A hundred years ago it was pretty quiet along the shores of East pond.
Mornings began with a hot mug, warm smile, and the drift of cool morning mist on the water. You could take a swim, fight a fish, or put the world in your wake with a paddle—all with nothing but laughter or the call of a loon in your ear. Those were the moments that let friends and families connect, with each other and the way life should be. At Alden Camps, we’ve got a name for a time like that: Read more »