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Why come to Bear Island? For the girls of Camp Nokomis, it is the promise of archery, canoeing, camp songs, and, of sensing, as Maureen Corsetti, a counselor, explained, "the possibility of what can be."
"It's about finding a place to belong and friendships," said Lisa Honeyman, who has attended camp as a camper, then as staff and volunteer, since 1972.
"When things aren't going right, I crave this," she said, looking out over the lake. A breeze rufﬂed the water; sailboats skimmed the surface. "At those times I just want to sit on a rock and look at the lake. When I'm not here, I do that in my mind."
There is a time-warp feel to Nokomis. It's always the summer of 1958, 1968, or whichever year you happened to be there first. You can return and find your way to the dining hall, lodge, or the Chippewa cabin where the youngest juniors reside—even if 25 years elapsed between visits. You still hear the slam of screen doors, the creak of the ﬂag hoisted up the birch tree pole, the warble of the bugle blaring reveille. You still smell sweaty socks, campfire smoke, and the astringency of pine.
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