Mowglis alumnus and photographer Chris Whiton (’84) has been capturing the breathtaking beauty of the White Mountains for many years—first on film, then with digital. His love of photography stemmed from his long involvement with oil painting.
The following appeared as the “From Where I Sit” column in the May 12, 2016 issue of the newspaper, The Sun, serving the Lower Dauphin County in Pennsylvania, which includes the towns of Hershey and Hummelstown. The column was penned by Mr. William S. Jackson, who attended Mowglis during the summers of 1946 and 1947.
Rather than simply recount the Den’s activities this year, I thought I would instead offer some advice to the younger dorms on how to make the most of Mowglis and become a true Mowglis Man.
What does it take in today’s ever faster, ever more connected world to develop young men of strength and character? Men willing and eager to change the world for the better; to raise strong families; to sacrifice, sweat and struggle building communities that thrive while respecting and protecting the natural world we live in.
To an outside spectator, the daily life of campers at Mowglis may seem foreign and even strange at times. Telling time through military bugle calls, singing old marching songs in the dining hall, having dorms inspected, swimming “Waingungas,” and getting to sit in the “Inner Circle” during campfire are all unique aspects of Camp Mowglis that campers experience on a regular basis.
Every summer, parents from across the world send their children to live the rustic Mowglis lifestyle in the fresh pines of northern New Hampshire. The moment their son is dropped off on Mowglis opening day, they are placing their parental trust in the hands of the carefully selected Mowglis staff.
