That Apollo 11 Night, 50 Years later

Reflections on What We Found and Lost

In July of 1969, I was at summer camp in Maine. It was an all-girls “sleep-away” camp, and the season was a full eight weeks.

I loved camp. It was a world away from my life in the suburbs, and to me it felt like a world unto itself. We lived in wooden cabins with no electricity. We used outhouses and bathed and…