The View from the Arrowhead
I remember the first time I sat at the Arrowhead, the stadium seating area dug into a hill overlooking the waterfront. The space was named for its shape, narrowing down to a platform that could serve as a stage for skits and camp-wide announcements. The final point was a sand-filled ledge about five feet below the stage. Another five-foot drop plopped you on the beach by the boathouse. A staircase sloped down to the right of the seating area, and every day we awkwardly walked it on the way to swimming and boating activities. Even as a young adult, the steps never seemed properly spaced. The builders had shaped them with large logs making each step too long for a single pace but too short for two. I am often surprised there were not more injuries as children dressed in their bathing suits, towels on their shoulders, old sneakers on their feet, plunged down them despite our cries of, “No running!” The ledges at the bottom of the Arrowhead were also a place for spectacular gravitational