i subscribe to a weekly yoga newsletter that emphasizes weekend fun but is published on Tuesday. since i respect and share their forward thinking i usually open it, unlike most of the electronic crapola i agreed to receive.
last week’s issue linked to Camp Grounded, a digital-technology-free summer camp in the Redwoods for adults. for a weekend, you and a bunch of strangers take over (overtake?) a former scout camp.
after checking your highfalutin technology into a locker, assuming a nickname, and vowing to not discuss w-o-r-k, you, as they put it, disconnect to reconnect.
at least check out their site, because if that doesn’t get you in the mood for summer, nothing will.
for a while afterward i couldn’t do anything but grin as i read everything on their site. from my phone. irony noted. i’m definitely going next summer. i have my nickname—ninja puppy—picked out and everything.