Two Goats in a Boat…

Camp Yoga: Summer camp for Grown-Ups

What do you do after you survive one cyclone bomb and a three-day trek to get home? You relax at yoga camp! It is the adult version of summer camp and having been it is one experience I can’t wait to go again!

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Camp Yoga Florida was our first endeavor into yoga retreats… We didn’t really know what to expect, but the hook got us. 3 days of yoga, wine tastings, archery, ropes courses, canoes, and bunks. We arrived Friday morning and were assigned our bunks, with room for 10… We were justifiably nervous this was gonna be seriously tight quarters, luckily we only had 3 other bunkmates.

The camp opened with afternoon yoga and goat petting from a local farm. The usual yogis were there, and then a group of guys roll up, and I mean roll up 8 deep and roll out brand new break off the packaging yoga mats… could they be lost or just looking for some pain? This was going to be an interesting weekend.

After our opening yoga, and sufficient goat adoration, we settled in and went to a rejuvenate class, should’ve read the fine print on that one… 75 minutes of deep stretches and breathing techniques later. We are now already walking funny and only 4 hours into the fun, although not nearly as bad as the men’s fitness group members (I later found out we’re here on a scholarship/ team-building exercise).

Well time to go change and have a trust exercise, by that I mean get in a canoe with your bestie and try not to tip it over. After sufficiently paddling around aimlessly, wondering about alligators in this particular pond, almost running into another boat in a wide-open area, we decided to turn in our paddles and life jackets, grab a quick snacky snack and head over to archery.

Why are there so many dangerous activities at camp? We found out they were only letting us use the kids’ ones, disappointing yes, but walking away with all limbs intact? Priceless P.S. Korri is good at archery too, don’t worry team we will find activities she sucks at and highlight them later.

Then it happens, we go to full moon yoga, never having been to full moon yoga we have no idea what to expect, we just do yoga outside, right? Apparently, you and your now closest 70 friends, get extra friendly in this amazing screened in (thanks for that, this is still Florida) lodge, that gets perfectly breezy. Your personal space now nonexistent, you do downward dog way closer to your neighbor than you usually feel comfortable with (my sweat or yours?) and then you straight howl at the moon. Who knew howling at the moon could be so damn satisfying? The instructor, Rachel Miller, who kicks your butt, makes you think (I wasn’t crying you were), and tells that Bitch (the moon) to take all your bags and start fresh, is a genius. We wish we lived in Tampa and could go to her classes all the time!

Saturday comes, and after a yummy breakfast, we take to the high ropes course. It’s scary and exhilarating… It should be an easy zip line down from the platform, and you shouldn’t try to pull your arm out of its socket while doing it… life lessons here.

In the afternoon, you get to go to Camp Yoga Recess, the founder Chesley Long, leads a class of yoga, and shenanigans. This time around it ended in a fully clothed pool relay race where I am pretty sure our team won, but I was so busy trash talking we will never truly know.  Skip ahead to dinner and a glow in the dark dance party.

Sunday, to close out the weekend we got cocky with our newly aligned chakras and decided to make a video while canoeing on the lake… I am pretty sure we were tempting fate and should have fallen in. We luckily didn’t so here are the lovely results of our singing and canoeing endeavor.

Honestly, 3 of the best days of my life and I cannot wait to go to the O.G. Camp Yoga British Columbia!

Basically, a summer camp for grown-ups: wine, yummy food, a lot of yoga, and howling at the full moon is the break from reality everyone can use!

 P.S. Why did the bagel struggle in yoga class? It couldn’t find its center.