Meet our 2019 Staff – Satchel Toole

Assistant Director

Satchel Toole is a Brunswick, ME native who spent two summers as a camper at Pine Island and several years as a counselor teaching riflery and fly-fishing. Last summer Satchel held the coveted position of Expedition Camp Leader (along with his co-leader, Cole Gibson) and this year we’re fortunate to have both Satchel and Cole return as our Assistant Directors. Satchel holds a Bachelor of the Arts in Economics and Environmental Studies and a minor in Spanish from Saint Lawrence University. He is a Wilderness First Responder. This will be Satchel’s 8th summer at Pine Island. He is the youngest of three brothers who all attended, worked, and now volunteer regularly at Pine Island. Satchel’s mother, Sandy Holland, is famous in the Pine Island community for providing delicious baked goods for our annual NYC Campfire and volunteer events.

Satchel (far right) with Expedition Campers on the Long Trail.

Sixty Years Ago

By Montague G. Ball, Jr.  

This past camp season was a milestone for everyone at Pine Island—another great summer for campers, counselors, and everyone else connected with PIC.  Even here, in the far reaches of northern Thailand, there were reports of splendid weather, vigorous activities on the mainland as well as on Great Pond, epic trips, brilliant campfires, and entertaining Saturday Night Shows.  Although the island is quiet now, those happy memories will abide—and last a lifetime.  Indeed, they remain with me still, reminders that exactly 60 years ago this past June I arrived for my first summer at PIC.

I was most unlikely counselor material, never having spent a night outdoors in my life.  The only reason Ben Swan’s father hired me (sight unseen!) was that I came on the recommendation of my college roommate, Monroe Baldwin from Lynchburg, Virginia—who had acquitted himself creditably the previous summer. It also helped that I was attending the same college which Jun Swan himself had attended, the University of Virginia.  More likely, Jun needed counselors, and Roe pointed out to him that I was available. As usual, I had made no summer plans—never being one to think very far ahead.

My parents had made their plans, however—a trip to Europe, leaving the family Pekingese in my care.  (“Pine Island sounds like a great place for the dog,” my father said—not knowing that Jun Swan couldn’t abide them.)  Anyway, in early June I struck out for the State of Maine in my ’53 Ford, turning on the car heater upon crossing the border from New Hampshire.  It had been a brief spring; only the birches had leaves. Tourists were few, and there was almost no traffic north of Portland.  At Augusta I followed Routes 8 and 11 where they forked at the camp road. Pine Island’s sign pointed the way. Someone had forgotten to take it down at the end of the previous summer…

The camp road was in awful shape. A rugged winter had heaved boulders; potholes were deep; shoulders had vanished.  Even more disconcerting, there was no trace of any vehicles coming or going. Who was looking after this place, I wondered.  Turns out, nobody…  Anyway, arriving at the mainland shore, there was not a sign of life—but from Roe Baldwin’s description (and a famous PIC post card) I recognized the signal.  Duly hoisting notice of my arrival, I sat on a bench and waited—wondering how a boat could land without a dock.  An hour or so passed with no launch to my rescue; the dog and I were starting to worry.

And just about that time, I heard a car coming down the camp road.  It was an ancient Chevrolet station wagon with luggage strapped to the roof, towing a splay-wheeled trailer behind.  A man with his bow tie askew leaned out the window from behind the wheel and said, “Hi, I’m Jun Swan.  Who are you?” The owner and his wife had arrived, and I had beaten them to camp!

My dog and I were led through a dark forest to the Rink—a wet and muddy trek that neither the dog nor I enjoyed. Loaded with the Swans’ luggage, I looked around for a light switch—but, of course, no electricity.  In a wood stove, Mrs. Swan built a fire, then opened a #10 can of pork and beans.  My first meal in Maine!  By now it was cold and dark.  I found my way to a bunkroom upstairs, borrowed a sleeping bag, and told the dog in no uncertain terms, “We’re not staying!  First thing tomorrow morning, we’re out of here.”  No objection from the Peke.

And, of course, I did stay. Morning brought a great breakfast in the nearby town of Oakland.  The sun came out, and it warmed up a lot.  More counselors appeared, and before I even realized it, I was wholeheartedly involved in opening camp and Another Great Summer.  I returned for three more seasons, then directed Pine Island for 20 years.  It all seems like yesterday to this old man who now lives on the other side of the world…

Jun Swan’s words echo in my ears: 

Akka Lakka! Rigga Jigga!

Summer’s big—and getting bigga…

Director Monte Ball, c. 1975.

Meet our 2019 Staff – Cole Gibson

Assistant Director

Cole Gibson spent five summers as a camper at Pine Island and went on to teach axemanship, fire building, first aid, emergency shelter construction, leave-no-trace techniques and much more as our head woodcraft instructor. For the past two years Cole has held the highly-coveted position of expedition camp leader (last year he shared this responsibility with Satchel Toole). We are thrilled to have him back this year in his new capacity as Assistant Director. Cole will graduate in May with a Bachelor of Arts in Philosophy and Psychology from Colby-Sawyer College. He is a Wilderness First Responder. This will be his 11th summer at Pine Island. His father, cousins, and brother have all attended camp. Cole’s father, Tad Gibson, returns every year to umpire the War Game.

Cole (second from the right) with Expedition Campers on the Long Trail.

Innovation, Imagination, and Intrigue: A Summer of Sensational Saturday Night Shows – Part II

By Corinne Alsop

The second Saturday Night Show of 2018 brought a charming adaptation of Boyhood entitled Buckhood. This show was written, directed, and narrated by seasoned Pine Island thespian and senior camper Buck Livingston. Teddy Mottur takes the stage, portraying the charming Young Buck. Soon, he meets Ben Swan (Victor Clamageran). Clamageran’s Swan is strong and captivating. Young Buck then finds his way to tentmate David Effron, whose welcoming attitude is portrayed well by Eamonn Daniels. Eventually, Young Alex Lanoff (Ben Lew) and Young Will Napolitano (Luke Beatie) enter the scene: the trio of actors’ camaraderie and goofiness parallels the real-life bond between the three boys. They begin their rise to fame as campfire performers in the skit series “The Expandables,” which in real life extended over five summers. Then Buck (Max Klivans), Lanoff (Alec Ritchie), and Napolitano (Arthur de Rochefort) take the stage as the winsome threesome, a few years older and wiser, while they struggle through a heroic downfall, which includes a terrible Maine Woodsman experience, campwide skit-fatigue, and the trio’s breakup because of Expedition Camp. Klivans, Ritchie, and de Rochefort bring truth and maturity to their portrayal of the tragic heroes. The mood is kept light and jovial, however, through Livingston’s expertly written and delivered narration. And it’s a happy ending for all: the trio is asked to produce one last skit that earns them such fame and glory that Ben Swan asks Buck to take over his job as Director, with Lanoff and Napolitano as Assistant Directors. A heartwarming tale, expertly acted, narrated, and directed entirely by campers.