Camp Glen Gray in Oakland, NJ was probably my Dad's favorite place in this world. He spent several summers there as waterfront director and other summer camp staff positions. Troop 12 still has a cabin there, nicknamed the Motel on the Hill because of its luxuriousness compared to the other cabins in camp. Some of my earliest memories are of visiting Dad at camp, and I also spent 6 or 8 summers and countless weekends there as a camper year-round. 
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