Summer Camp
“Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.”—ALBERT EINSTEIN FOR ABOUT 10 YEARS, one of my family’s favorite rituals was driving to Brevard, North Carolina, to take the kids to camp—and not just because we were ditching them for three weeks. There are a bunch of legendary camps in the area—Green River Preserve, Camp Illahee, Falling Creek, and Camp Carolina, to name a few—but we were drawn to Gwynn Valley, which sits on 400 of the prettiest acres you’ve ever seen and has a shaded creek running through the middle of it. The cabins are spare wooden structures with porches, bunk beds, and names like “Dancing Waters” and “Running River.” There’s a lake for swimming and canoeing, an old gristmill that dates back to the 1890s, and a…