The Story: I went to a camp in the summer of 1998. A "free interprise" camp. I'll admit, I wasn't expecting very much fun. I was right. I had the best time of my life. The brochure sounded like we'd be worked to death. We were worked, but every bit of it was fun. But it wasn't the work that made the week so wonderful. . .it was the friends. Before the first night was over, I found myself surrounded by faces that weren't familiar, but feelings that were. By the end of the second day, I felt I'd kown these people my entire life, a life that felt as if I'd lived it all at camp Horseshoe.

The Name: Our group was open with eachother, no matter what the subject. Some I can't even mention, thats how honest we were. Somehow, we knew we could trust eachother. Some of the things we talked about weren't exactly moral I guess, so some of the counselors took it upon themselves to correct us. They said we were stepping into the "Gray Area." Obviously a place where certain behaviors were promoted that shouldn't be. So, being our gray selves, we made a name in mockery of our counselors (a fun mockery). One of horseshoe's work aspects is the "D-Group" or "Discussion Group." We spent (in our opinion) entirely too much time in our D-groups and were seperated from eachother during this time. We did, however receive "free interest" time before dinner. We dubbed this our "Gray" time with our "Gray Group", our version of the D-Group. We would gather, usually under the pavilion, play cards, talk, goof off, but whatever we did, it was sure to have a gray tint to it. We spent the week defending our "Gray Rights."

The Members: Although we never made an official Gray Rights March, nor did we create a charter with a mission statement, Camp Horseshoe knew who we were. "Who were we?" you ask? The group, although it had a few novices that tried to be gray, consisted of:(in no particular order)