camp mowglis

Over 60 Mowglis men, their friends and their families gathered for an August weekend that simply could not have been better. From the abundant food to the neverending choice of activities, there was something for everyone.

Canoes, kayaks, backpacks, rifles, archery equipment, croquet mallets, chapel books and even the old reelto- reel projector were all put to use one last time before camp closed up for the winter.

Camp Mowglis, Our oldest Mowglis in attendance was Roger Burke, 1942… our youngest was Foster Conklin, III, a thirdgeneration Mowglis who was a Cub for the first time this past summer. Warren Anderson and his son Ian traveled the farthest from Ft. Lauderdale, beating Peter and Denise Caley from Minneapolis by 200 miles (if you believe Yahoo! Maps). We had two sets of Cub Parents, many former staffers, lots of kids, and a few dogs, too. We had dancers, a few attorneys, a doctor, teachers, artists, deep-sea divers, several entrepreneurs, a river rafter, a librarian, several musicians, and so much more. It was a diverse crew, for sure, but one that nontheless shares a common love of Mowglis and its timeless mission.

On Saturday evening everyone gathered for a campfire to inaugurate the founding  members of the BagheeraBequest Society and to announce that the endowment campaign is "going public." The content of that campfire can be found elsewhere in this issue.