Viking_Yearbook_70

More than a camp, Westwind was a weekend away. Ninety miles away from concrete and traffic, smog and elevators, parking meters and crowds, bells and exams. Led by art students, many groups boated or hiked 10 miles into camp to find magic away from man's endless clatter. There were shells on the beach, trails through pine forests, new people. And one night, above the old cabins, there was an eclipse of the moon. There was plenty of beauty. But not much time.