Color wars. Village communities demarked by wildlife flags. A reveille bugle to wake us every morning. The 325 of us, ranging in ages from 19 to 67, were warned. We were prepped. But it was only when we stepped deep into the cover of 80 acres of cool redwoods in Anderson Valley (three hours north of San Francisco), into a 1970's boy scout camp straight out of Wes Anderson's wildest dream that we realized, finally, where we were.

 

Inward Bound: Summer Camp for Adults