Camp Soh-Cah-Toa

As winter slips gently into summer here in California, I'm reminded of the halcyon days of yore, when my parents couldn't stand us a single minute more and shipped us off to summer camp. The hazy days were filled with archery and arcsines, canoes and cosines, and that one time I accidentally fell asleep by the lake and ended up so tan I was co-tan. Sure, some of us still have our original vintage camp t-shirts, but you bandwagon-jumpers can pretend to be that cool by getting a replica.