CAMP WANDAWEGA YEARBOOK
2012 PENFIELDS FALL LOOK BOOK GOOD BEER HUNTING STYLESEEK RETREAT LIVING MOONRISE KINGDOM
Photo: Bob Coscarelli
IN THESE PAGES
09 25 50 65 118 136 144 152 the wandawega story
good beer hunting
A look at our beloved campâ€™s history as a haven for both sinners and saints.
Civilized men run wild during an epic weekend celebrating the Midwestâ€™s best craft brews.
the new camp store
Camping gear is in full force this season, with the opening of the souvenir shop.
A must-read shortlist for every camp enthusiast.
A dinner party in the treetops with a fall menu.
penfield drops in
out and about
Camp Wandawega through the lens of photographer T. Harrison Hillman.
The celebrated outerwear company stops by with cute models and gorgeous clothes in tow.
How we spent this summer
CONTRIBUTORS & FRIENDS
TEREASA SURRATT creative director / tereasa.com Thanks to everyone who contributed their time and mad skills to this little labor of love.
& ROD Oâ€™CONNOR - writer / editing BOB COSCARELLI photographer coscarelli.com
MIKE KISER writer / photographer farthestsouth.tumblr.com
CARA SUGLICH writer theamericans-stories. blogspot.com
CHRIS PINTER associate art director /soothsayer chrispinter.com
FRONT COVER SHOT: Bob Coscarelli BACK COVER SHOT: Julia Stotz All content can only be used with written permission- thanks!
ELEANOR KOH - writer SEAN WILLIAMS - photographer PAUL OCTAVIOUS - photographer CHRIS STRONG - photographer T HARRISON HILLMAN - photographer JULIA STOTZ - photographer BRIAN GUIDO - photographer RYAN PLETT- photographer DAVID ROBERT ELLIOT - photographer TYLLIE BARBOSA - photographer MITCH GORDON - photographer SAMER ALMADANI - photographer SEAN WILLIAMS - photographer VINCE COOK - photographer CHRISTINE BUSBY - chef / busbybakes.com WILLIAM GOLDEN- camp mixologist thepunchclub.com
photo: Sean Williams
GREETINGS FROM CAMP Dearest Campers, Welcome to our first camp yearbook. A year in review of the lovely and rowdy friends - both old and new - who paid us a visit at camp recently. Inside, you’ll find stories from the bootlegging days to the birth of the little souvenir shop. Camp Wandawega has not only connected us to the past, but also to our present. Through her, we have made lifelong friendships. Compared scars from tire swing mishaps. And learned the meaning of community. We have enlisted so many friends to contribute over the years, it is our pleasure - and duty to share their considerable talents in these pages. So take a load off. Sit a spell. But first, slap on some bug repellent, because the mosquitos are one of Wandawega’s less charming qualities. Your loyal Camp Counselors, Tereasa & David
(with co-counselors Charlie & Frankie)
Photo: Paul Octavious
Hanging out at the bar at Camp Wandawega, Circa 1950s
THE CAMP WANDAWEGA STORY. Prohibition-era speakeasy. Brothel. Church retreat. Summer camp. The culimination of 85 years of history.
Camp Wandawega has a storied past serving as everything from a brothel to speakeasy, supper club to summercamp. Each era leaving a bit of itself behind for us to discover and dust off. When we set out to rescue this near-abandoned summercamp, we found a treasure trove of original gear that had been left behind by it’s former vacationers & campers. We’ve spent every weekend of the past 9 years restoring Camp Wandawega back to its original condition. It’s become such a labor of love, we now consider ourselves as the caretakers, instead of owners.
WANDAWEGA LAKE RESORT- ELKHORN, WI. EST. 1925
A newspaper story of the era referred to them as “one of the most vicious and dangerous mobs in the history of gangridden Chicago.” “The Terrible Touhys” as another journalist of the time labeled them, were a gang of six brothers, the miscreant sons of a Chicago cop. The alleged leader of this ragtag bunch of Irishmen was Roger Touhy, “the greatest single menace gangland ever offered America.” So, what were they doing in Elkhorn, Wisconsin, just minutes from the shores of Hotel Wandawega, on a random July day in 1933, as Prohibition was just months from an end? Some people believe that Roger Touhy’s most notorious henchman, Terrible Tommy O’Connor, an escaped convict and cop killer, had fled from captivity in Chicago to this neck of the woods, and from this remote getaway, ran Touhy’s kingdom in Wisconsin. Gus Schafer, Willie Sharky, Edward Thomas McFadden (aka Chicken Mickey) were the cast of characters that traveled with Roger on the fateful day in 1933 when America’s Most Wanted would find themselves in the hands of Elkhorn’s finest.
Near the corner of Route 12 and County Road A, speeding down the road, the Touhy gang lost control and knocked down a telephone pole on private property. Roger could have easily peeled off a few ten spots from his thick wad of cash to placate the irate farmer. Instead, the notoriously cheap bastard contested the damages, and left it to the police to sort out. An illegal search, and the discovery of a cache of weapons, led to a call to the nearest FBI office, in Chicago. You can imagine the surprise of the small town officers in Elkhorn when they learned they were holding America’s Most Wanted. Before they knew it, an army of federal agents and reporters had descended on this sleepy village to process the day’s events. So, were Touhy’s men using Hotel Wandawega as the headquarters for their illicit activities, as many suspect? We’ll never really know, as the Touhy Gang, like all mobsters of the era, knew better than to hold title in their own names. In fact, title to Hotel Wandawega was held in a woman’s name, which was unheard of in the male dominated legitimate society of the era. The young lady who held title was allegedly the madam of the brothel being run from Hotel Wandawega, and the girlfriend of a gangster, whose true identity we may never know.
Next time you pay us a visit at camp, check out the trapped door in front of the old lodge fire plcae. (It leads down to an underground cellar built during Wandawegaâ€™s speakeasy days.
WANDAWEGA OVER THE YEARS
Photo: Jacob Hand
17 2012 FALL
AUTUMN SOIREE FOOD. FLORAL. FRIENDS.
photographed by tru studio design
There’s no place in the world where fall hits the earth quite the way it does in Wisconsin. The dirt is richer. The wools are warmer. The smell of bonfire gets in your skin for days. And you know what, when you feel fall-in-Wisconsin cold, under all your sweaters and plaid shirts, you’re even a better kisser. If you ever wondered why winter in the Midwest can be so gloomy, why it can feel like that romance has snuck away, I’ll tell you. It’s because magic is camping at Wandawega. Wandawega is a place where magic gets fat and happy before its long winter’s nap. A place where you make the most charming wreaths out of just cotton and moss and twigs and you’re suddenly the most photogenic you’ve ever been in your life. A place so lovely that you feel like you discovered a fleeting secret, a transformative little beacon, glimmering at the end of the dock.
But everyone brought something else to share, too. Emily shared her jewelry making with everyone. Christine baked fresh bread, and shared a lesson, filling the gray air with warmth and bellies with sustenance to keep all the laughing and the making going. A simple lemon rind becomes the catalyst to transform a classic cocktail into an elixir that warms you from the inside, raising your core temperature to protect you from the elements. Dave shared his mixology lessons with happy pupils, priming everyone for the potluck. Everyone ate together and drank together and made jokes together. And it was simple. And it was good. And it was happy. And that’s the secret of Wandawega. It makes everyone capable of making magic with their own two hands – even if they get a little dirty. - Cara Suglich is a friend and writer in Chicago.
At Camp Wandawega in Elkhorn, Wisconsin, everyone pitches in. And everyone is capable. So when friends like the fine folks at Fleur visit from Chicago, they always bring something to the table. In the instance of October’s Autumn Serenade weekend, everyone also brought chili. And it was damn good.
â€œBringing people together, away from the complications of emails, cell phones and fleeting moments, almost feels like a luxury these days. Autumn Soiree was one of those special experiences, a reminder that through community, craft and cooking we can be a part of something warm and fulfilling. Simple experiences that fill our hearts and minds with inspiration and reminders that friends and family are the strength behind ourselves as individuals.â€? Kelly is the proprietor of FLEUR. See more of her amazingness at fleurchicago.com
The “Horse’s Neck” earned its name for the way the lemon peel dangles off the rim of the glass. Here’s how to make one, camp-style.
INGREDIENTS: 1 1/2 oz. bourbon Ginger ale Lemon twist PREPARATION: Start by making a twist out of half a lemon in a continuous spiral. Then set one end of the twist at the bottom, pinning it down with ice. In a highball glass, spiral the twist up the sides, working with the way the lemon naturally curves—don’t fight it, you’ll lose—and adding ice to hold the twist against the sides of the glass. Once the top is reached, drape the remaining twist over the side of the glass, which will mimic the natural curve of an actual horse’s neck. Remove excess twist (if any), add bourbon and ginger ale, taking care not to disturb the twist, and enjoy! * recipe crafted by Chicago Bartender & musician Dave Thompson
TYING THE KNOT Field Notes inspires the invite for a campstyle wedding
THE DESIGNER: bookbookpress.com THE BACKSTORY: The RSVP postcards were drawings the designer Andrea made from pictures the groom Ben took while visiting Wandawega. Return RSVPs were paint by number style, to be decorated by guests and returned as art. Inside the notebook, the graph paper is custom â€œRopeâ€? graph paper. THE PRINTING: Offset, letterpress, foil stamping. Additional placecards, table menus and envelopes were die cuts of camp-themed motifs.
for the real makers of Field Notes, visit fieldnotesbrand.com
Words and pictures by Michael Kiser
CIVILIZED MEN IN THE WILDS OF WISCONSIN
THE MOST EPIC CAMP WEEKEND ANY OF US HAD WITNESSED IN OUR ENTIRE ADULT LIVES. THE GBH X BSSG CONCEPT When it came time for the first-ever Good Beer Hunting event (GBH), I had plenty of experience and friends to rely on to create something truly unique. And that’s why my first move was to buddy up with my good friend Max Wastler of Buckshot Sonny’s Sporting Goods (BSSG) to help shape the whole concept. We had a few things in mind: Make it intimate. Eliminate the barrier between provider and consumer. No pouring tables, no peddling, no rep volunteers, and most of all, no mindless consumption. We are one tribe and everyone had a role in making it awesome. 1. Make it your own. Camp isn’t about endless itineraries and following the rules. It’s about running wild in the woods, but also being gentlemen about it. 2. We kept things organized, but fluid and flexible. 3. Make it last forever. When you get guys like this together, relationships and partnerships form. We chose people based on their relevance, both to what we do and love, but also to each other.
Over the past five years, I’ve been dedicated to telling the story of beer, one of America’s great local craft movements. At the same time, Max was busy working with American craftsmen, making custom clothing, sourcing authentic vintage sporting goods and telling the stories of America’s struggling, but resilient craftsmen in a series called Made Right Here. It’s amazing that it took so long for Max and I to meet, but when we did, it was at Camp Wandawega in Elkhorn, Wisconsin. Since then, we’ve been palling around, taking trips to Journeyman Distillery, Greenbush Brewery and the Sojourn shop in Southwest Michigan, as well as out to Solemn Oath Brewery in Naperville, Illinois for Oath Day. And back in October, we teamed up to recreate my great great uncle S. E. Kiser’s 100 year-old anti-prohibition speech at the Mash Tun Fest. So when it occurred to us that we were on to something, you can imagine how quickly it all came together. But really, it has been brewing for years — this event practically invented itself. We would bring the people we loved and admired most, creative and generous spirits all, to camp. But not just any camp — to Wandawega.
6:30pm SETTLING IN AT CAMP. About twenty five of our closest friends and collaborators- a mix of brewers, designers, artists, musicians, chefs and photographers - found their way up Route 12 through the plains, lakes and forests of Camp Wandawega. Campers found their rooms, settled in and met their new mates. Greeting each camper was a small welcome kit: a beer glass with the weekend’s logo designed by Kyle Fletcher, an artist and designer in Chicago I’ve been working with for years, and some fun ephemera made by my wife, Hillary Schuster, a designer and crafter in her own right. Gathering in the kitchen, the sharing began. New Glarus was the first top popped. Almost every camper had gathered a small treasure on their way across the border. Rick Muschiana from Brewery Vivant in Grand Rapids, Michigan hauled about four cases of beer down to camp, including some of my favorites like Triomphe, Zaison, and their newest special reserve, Escoffier, recently released at a farm dinner with New Belgium Brewing. Ryan Burk of Virtue Cider sacrificed a number of bottles of Red Streak, the first release on the market from this new outfit in Chicago founded by Greg Hall. We drank it at room temperature, about 60 degrees, and stood in an autumn breeze of rustling oak leaves and a cool lake chill as we awaited the rest of our brethren. The boys from Solemn Oath were on their way.
7:30pm THE FRIDAY NIGHT TAPPING OF BONHOMME BY SOLEMN OATH. John Barley and Paul Schneider came heavy to camp. Over the past week, they were in Naperville brewing a custom batch of Butterfly Flashmob, their newest Belgian pale. For the GBH x BSSG getaway, they wanted something a little more bracing against the chill, so they spiked the brew with a variety of bittering ingredients, such as elderflower, gentian root and grains of paradise. With their reputation preceding them, John and Paul now stood surrounded by a group of thirsty campers eagerly awaiting the weekend’s first official pour. As that bright straw-colored brew filled our glasses, so did our hearts swell. 8:00am
SATURDAY MORNING REVEILLE. Up and at ‘em. Max had the hardest job of the weekend by far, and he rose to the challenge armed with his own Great American pancake mixes and his All Plaid Out coffee label from Bow Truss in Chicago. This man among men stood over four burners for nearly an hour and fed a slowly-rising army with chocolate chip, gingerbread, five grain and cinnamon pancakes as thick as hamburgers, covered in the camp’s own private label maple syrup. With some help from camp managers Bill and Joe, we also got some eggs and bacon going that kept the group at bay. Those guys know a potential crisis when they see one.
RUNNING WILD. Bellies full, and dishes done, it was time to set out for the various activities planned for the day. Boating, archery, basketball and a rope swing occupied the energetic campers among us. For those of us still recovering from the Bonhomme tapping, there were hammocks, bocce and some casual guitar strumming. Phil Kuhl, beer director at Fountainhead in Chicago, and his friend Darren Garvey, a musician, hung out in the tree house and quietly wrote a new tune tentatively titled “Hanging out with beer snobs,” which also happen to be the only lyrics penned at this point. I’ll let you know when they go into recording.
A BEER DINNER BY DRYHOP BREWERS. More food than you’ve ever seen in your life. The boys from DryHop Brewers, a new brewpub that’s breaking ground as I write this, put together a beer dinner that you’d write home about if you weren’t in a three-day food coma. Chef Pete Repak and owner Greg Shuff put together a hearty, rustic menu of dishes that would put hair on the chest of the Brawny Man. Smoked quail, pork cheek, short ribs, green beens, horseradish potatoes, campfire beans, cornbread and chocolate pecan pie. Did you catch all that? We all did, and then we went back for seconds. Beers, including the IPA made with Atlas Brewing, and a Bier de Garde made with Pete Crowley of Haymarket brewery, both in Chicago. The pork cheeks has an incredible mustard kick that earned some exclamations from the crew, and the short ribs melted like butter on our tongues. The
in his title of “beer director” as he strolled around with bombers in hand, pouring some of the best beers you can’t get your hands on much anymore. Bourbon County Vanilla, aged bottles of Half Acre Sticky Fat, Big Hugs Imperial Coffee Stout, Thunder and Son, and their collaborations She Wolf (Three Floyds) and Plan B (Perennial). There were plenty of others, but seriously, who’s keeping track at this point. (As we waited for the fire to settle in for the long haul, Seth Putnam, journalist and editor of The Midwest Style, and Blake Royer, chef, writer and photographer, together known as The Overserved Society, set up shop. Each month, these two friends set out to perfect a classic cocktail recipe. But for the GBH x BSSG weekend, they did something they’ve never done before — they made their own recipe building on Basil Hayden bourbon, and aptly called it Fire by the Lake. Crowding around the picnic table on the porch of the tree house 20 yards away from the bonfire, with the gleam of the fire dancing in the glassware, you could feel the heat inside and out.
12:00am UP ALL NIGHT. As the fire turned to cinders and ash, the crew moved inside the lodge for one last night of sport. Games, music and the last of the great beers. But before this could become just another night of indoors adventure, Pete Cuba, an artist and designer in Chicago, showed us how it’s really done. He set up Big Buck Hunter using a pico projector against a wall of the lodge, and started taking
CHEF PETE REPAK AND OWNER GREG SHUFF PUT TOGETHER A HEARTY, RUSTIC MENU OF DISHES THAT WOULD PUT HAIR ON THE CHEST OF THE BRAWNY MAN IPA cut right through the fat and the Bier De Garde made us all heady for desert. I don’t think anyone made a peep for about 30 minutes save some low, satisfied sighs. When these guys open in early 2013, we’re going to flashmob the place.
FIRE BY THE LAKE. Wandawega has a thing about bonfires. They don’t just toss some wood into a firepit and roast marshmallows. In fact, if you tried to make a s’mores here, your fire fork would probably melt. Starting around 12 feet tall, David (an owner with his wife Tereasa), Bill and Joe set to drying out the 7-day-rain-soaked pile with a propane torch and feeding it with a leaf blower to generate a torch you must be able to see for miles. It takes about three hours before you can get less than ten feet from this big, beautiful thing. As the flames grew higher, Phil Kuhl of Fountainhead put the director
challengers. I have so far avoided his challenge on three separate occasions and maintain that he’ll never beat me.
9:00am ONE LAST DIP IN THE LAKE. On our final morning at Wandawega, a few adventurous souls, including Michael Una of Unatronics and Andrew Thiboldeaux of the Philadelphia-based band, Pattern is Movement, faced the frigid October waters in their skivvies, grabbed ahold of the rope swing, and took the plunge. From there, it was a short swim to the dock and one final leap into memory of the most epic camp weekend any of us had witnessed in our adult lives. - ‘Til next year. We love you Wandawega. GBH x BSSG forever.
To read more by Michael, visit goodbeerhunting.com. And to follow the adventures of Max, check out allplaidout.com
1. Buckshot Sonny’s Pointer Brand chore coat 2. Flaming nunchucks 3. Bocce ball 4. Solemn Oath’s John Barley and Michael Kiser of Good Beer Hunting 5. Blake Royer mixing Fire on the Lake 6. Ryan Burk of Virtue Cider on the tree swing 7. Buckshot Sonny’s gloves help hold cocktails in the cold 8. Pete Repak’s stovetop sous vide 9. Watching a surreal Autumn sunset 10. One last leap in a brisk morning lake 11. Michael Una racks ‘em 12. Craighton Berman drinks a DryHop beer 13. Chow time at DryHop’s beer dinner 14. Darren Garvey’s guitar by the lake 15. Phil Kuhl of Fountainhead pours beers by the fire 16. Camp contributions 17. Seth Putnam’s pipe 18. Lighting the night with a bonfire 19. Max in the treehouse 20. Basil Hayden’s and Fire by the Lake
THE HEARTH CHAIR Our entry for the Chairs For Charity charity auction, the Hearth chair is an imported 1950s leather wing back, augmented with tartan fabrics, and a collection of 1920s furniture tags. (Feathers generously donated by an enormous flock of pheasants.) photographed by Bob Coscarelli
â€œWhen the Chairs for Charity Foundation approached me about designing a custom seat for them to sell at auction for children in need, I was nothing but thrilled. I obviously tried to find a Wandawega theme, so I began with an antique Chesterfield wingback chair. Originally imported from France in the 1950s, the chair found its way to me via truck from Alabama in a wooden crate.â€? - Tereasa Surratt
35 2012 The Idea: The Hearth Chair was so named for its original purpose of sitting in front of a fireplace (to keep the warmth of the fire close in to the seated). It embraces the notion of an era when our only heat came from a fireplace. In true form, it wraps its feather-clad â€œwingsâ€? around the guest.
A studio shot of the design inspiration for Hearth Chair
BOB COSCARELLI Whether he’s on location shooting lifestyle or interiors in a modern spa retreat, Bob Coscarelli’s photographic vision personifies modern verve. “I’ve always believed that beautiful design elevates quality of life,” Bob explains. “We seek out posessions and experiences that enrich us. My job is to capture the intangible pleasures as well as the literal benefits of my clients’ products and services.”
THE OUTDOORSMAN We sat down with the Wandawega groundskeeper, Bill Sargent, for a short Q&A about his experiences in Wisconsin. And to get the scoop on deer urine.
HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN HUNTING AND WHAT STYLE OF HUNTER ARE YOU EXACTLY? I like to hunt deer with my bow. My biggest bag was a ten point buck taken down in Delevan Wisconsin.
WHAT’S YOUR FAVORITE CATCH? I like to fish for crappie; it’s a very hard fish to find. It’s bigger than a bluegill, smaller than bass. Usually you have to go in trees that are down or deep holes. I have the best luck with minnows and a bobber, a beer and a lot of patience. To prepare them, I fillet and pan fry, bread with egg and a little bit of flour. My dad taught me when I was 15 and I taught my kids the same.
2 WHAT WAS YOUR LARGEST EVER TAKE? I processed 100 pounds of meat into: jerky, sausage and steaks. My freezer is overflowing, you need some? 3 WHERE DID YOU GROW UP? Right here, born and raised in Elkhorn, Wisconsin. 4 WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE THING ABOUT WANDAWEGA? Getting to meet different people all the time. Folks from Denmark, London, Australia. Folks that travel all the way just to be here. 5 HOW DO YOU SPEND YOUR COPIOUS SPARE TIME WHEN KEEPING CAMP RUNNING? In my woodshop building homegoods with salvaged wood from old Wisconsin barn beams. 6 WHAT’S THE BEST TIME OF YEAR IN THIS AREA? Fall, early October to see the colors peak. I always carve out a couple of weeks in high season to make sure I get quota on deer & ducks, mallards, and geese.
8 AS A TRADITIONAL WISCONSIN SPORTSMAN, WHAT OTHER SPORTS DO YOU PARTAKE IN? I’m an avid hunter, fisher, and I enjoy snowmobiling. And coach my son’s baseball team. 9 WHAT IS THE BEST GEAR FOR THIS PART OF THE COUNTRY? Fvorite boot: Danner, available through penfields. Favorite jacket: scentlok (specialize in gear for bow hunters) they feature carbon on the inside, so the deer can’t smell you. 10 WHAT’S THE DEAL WITH DEER URINE? Right around Halloween, I start using buck urine. That’s when they are rutting (ready for doe). I put a “drag” on my boot (a piece of felt soaked in buck urine) then hike in and hang it about 10 yards from my stand. If he senses another buck is in the area, he goes back to check the area over and over. He wants to make sure he mates with the does before the other buck does.
I HAD RATHER A VERY MOD WITH MY BOOKS, MY FAMILY AND A FEW AND LETTING THE WORLD ROLL ON AS IT LIKED, THAN TO OCCUPY
photo: David Robert Elliot
BE SHUT UP IN EST COTTAGE OLD FRIENDS, DINING ON SIMPLE BACON, THE MOST SPLENDID POST, WHICH ANY HUMAN POWER CAN GIVE. Thomas Jefferson
Souix Teepee can be found at the Wandawega camp store.
GET YOUR CAMP ON Sou·ve·nir/Noun: A thing that is kept as a reminder of a person, place, or event. VERB: Take as a memento: “many parts of the camp have been souvenired.”
Welcome to the Wandawega Camp Store. A little out of the way souvenir shop we dearly, but oh so vaguely, remember from our childhood - simple tools and toys to remind us of simple times.
We’ve rounded up a few of our camp favorites for you to take home as a memento of your stay with us. We hope you had a great time, and thanks for paying us a visit.
WANDAWEGA LAKE RESORT. ELKHORN, WI. EST. 1925
OPEN FOR BUSINESS
THE CAMP STORE
“I saw Wes Anderson’s impeccably set-designed Moonrise Kingdom over the weekend, so the new camp shop that just opened at Wandawega seems particularly on-time. Retro canteens, Boyscout-issue axes and antique rackets! Slingshots! Wooden arrows! Guests at Camp Wandawega ask so regularly where they can find similar camp-style goods (if you’ve seen the place, then you understand) that David and Tereasa decided to open a little shop tucked inside the lodge. The look is pure Wisconsin camp, and you can pick up many of the throwback items that make this place so special. They feature goods that have been made by old-school vendors for more than a century, as well as a limited selection of curated vintage–from stacks of old Pendletons to reed stools.
The shop even has some historic merit. “We’d been told by local old-timers that the camp (formerly knows as Wandawega Lake Resort) once had a souvenir shop onsite that sold notions and simple summer resort necessities. I love the idea of embracing the novelties of a by-gone era and giving campers that chance to try their hand at old summercamp merit badge tasks like whittling their own marshmallow sticks and making their own moccasins.” As told by Meghan McEwen for Designtripper.com
the brick and mortar version of wandawegacampstore.com opened in the summer of 2012. By appointment only.
The Camp Store is located in the old Wandawega Lake Resort bar, which is in the old main lodge building on the grounds. Pictured here is one of the early proprietors acting as barkeep and entertainer at â€œLittle Orphan Annieâ€™s.â€? The bar earned its name from the first owner Annie Peck, who had a reputation with the locals for being particularly feisty. (Legend has it that she once chased someone off the property with a hatchet.)
stock drawers in the souvenir shop
The Boy Scout knife dates back to 1913. To earn your “whittling badge” you have to pass a course and take the POCKETKNIFE PLEDGE. Only then can you enjoy the privilege of carrying a pocketknife. The Boy Scout Two Blade Leader’s Classic Knife features a 1 7/8” high carbon mirror-polish stainless steel clip blade and a pen blade. The dark stained wood handle comes with an acorn coined nickel silver fleur-de-lis shield, and nickel silver bolsters. Size: 2 3/4” closed, with an overall open length of 6 ½.”
This is a reliable, general-purpose camping knife with a stainless steel cutting blade . You’ll be able to drive screws, lift bottle caps, open cans, punch holes and command the respect of fellow campers for being infinitely cooler than they are.
EARN THOSE PATCHES THE OLD FASHIONED WAY
FOUR PROJECTS EVERY CAMPER SHOULD MASTER.
61 2012 Leather Cherokee Moccasin kit: $37 Kodiak Change Purse: $15 Original Camp Stool K it: $25 WWII Camp Jeep K it: $15
Photo: Bob Coscarelli
THE BARE ESSENTIALS. Samples of the camp gear offered at the souvenir shop.
Photo: Jacob Hand
65 2012 1.
1. A Very Modest Cottage $15 2. Boy Scouts Handbook $15 3. Boy Scouts of America $15 4. Boys’ Life $15 5. The Field and Forest Handbook $15 6. The Handy Box of Knots $15 7. The Week-End Book $15 8. Found, Free & Flea $20 9. Boys’ Life $15 10. The Boy Mechanic $15
67 2012 opposite: vintage plaid hunters shirt: $45 camp desert canteen: $24 emblem pins: $10 each wood badge brass belt buckle $20 scoutmaster axe: $45
The selection of silver camp charms were inspired by vintage charm bracelets. Every respectable girl scout needs one.
Photo: Vince Cook
71 Built tough with steel axe head and wood handle. Measures 15” long from head to handle top. Includes embossed leather sheath to protect the blade. Engraved head with official BSA emblem. $45
A 1929 issue of Boys’ Life featured an ad for the official Plumb Scout axe stating: “There’s fun in chipping when the chips fall fast and the blade swings free. It takes the hard work out of chopping kindling, whittling tent stakes, building log cabins and signal towers, cutting tent poles, clearing away underbrush—and a hundred other jobs.” It sold for $1.80 back then. Ours lists for considerably more, but would be a bargain at twice the price.
THE LODGE CAST IRON SKILLET Features the BSA emblem. Weighs 8 pounds, 12 inches. LIFETIME WARRANTY. $45
Founded by Joseph Lodge in 1896. Lodge is the oldest family-owned cookware foundry in America Nestled in Appalachian Mountains is the town of South Pittsburgh, Tennessee (pop. 3,300). This is the home of four generations of the Lodge family, manufacturers of some of the finest cast iron cookware in the world. Lodge Cast Iron began making this skillet during the first presidential term of William McKinley. Some of the firsts made, over 100 years ago are still being put to use. Pre seasoned and perfect for troop cooking and a lifetime of use.
KEEP HER WARM. One of the many types of vintage camp blankets in the store stock.
The “flashlight” derived its name from the first ones invented in 1898. Constructed from paper and fiber tubes, powered by weak batteries and primitive bulbs, the flashlight of the era produced only a brief flash of light. This is based off the classic 1950s model: iconic, simple and functional. You can buy a flashlight today that is waterproof, glows in the dark and weighs less than your wallet, but it wouldn’t be nearly as cool as this chrome classic. $18
A CAMP COUNSELOR’S TOP TEN CAMP MUST-HAVES
TOOLS OF THE TRADE FOR EVERY PROPERLY PREPARED BOY SCOUT The tools any true woodsman (or boy) could possibly need to survive in the outdoors. And some extras to ensure having a great time doing it.
Scout belt: $20 Wooden arrow set: $25
Trumpet: $90 Arrows: $20 Harmonica: $15 Whiffle ball: $9 Racket: $20
Fishing pole: $40 Bow: $25 Cribbage: $15 Sling Shot: $15
THE GOODS: MAPLE SYRUP A short-run batch of local maple syrup, served up prohibition-style in a vintage Italian-inspired glass flask with a flip-top wire cap. Each bottle is hand-lettered with its batch and bottle number, then wrapped in 1920s-era newspapers. A leather-cord letterpress hang tag drapes the neck, accompanied by an offset book telling the story of “Little Orphan Annie’s” bar (which was the original saloon at Camp Wandawega during the bootlegging days).
Wandawega locals enjoying a cocktail at the nearby Wandawega Country Club.
SWEETENING THE HOOTCH
The Secret Behind Wandawega’s First Signature Cocktail WANDAWEGA, circa 1925-1933: Many of the locals knew it well, but few among them were willing to admit it. It was a place secretly frequented by cheating husbands, adventurous young men and law enforcement “on the take” - a place where drinks could be had during Prohibition. Speakeasies were often a higher—class establishment offering food and entertainment—some even requiring a coat and tie. A “blind pig,” on the other hand, was a low-class dive serving only beer and hard liquor. It’s name came about from proprietors who attempted to circumvent the law by offering a sideshow of curious animals, charging 25 cents for “a sight of the pig” while throwing in a complimentary cocktail.
The blind pig at Wandawega Lake Resort was nicknamed “Little Orphan Annie’s” (for its locallynotorious, rough-and-tumble madam) Today, a few telltale signs of the bootlegging days remain: a trap door in the lodge floor hides the liquor storage room, while a back room staircase leads to an old basement gambling den with adjacent escape route. Annie liked to make her homemade hard whiskey cocktails a little more palatable with a dollop of the local maple syrup. We invite you to try our smallbatch Sugar Creek variety with one of her recipes. (Tip: for best results, use a higher-grade whiskey than moonshine.)
A WANDAWEGA FAVORITE “The Maple Leaf” 1 1/2 oz Bourbon 2 dashes maple syrup 1/2 oz lemon juice Shake in iced cocktail shaker. Strain and serve in a low ball glass. Bottom’s up.
NATURE IS FOR THE BIRDS. CARA SUGLICH People who know my family always have a few choice words to describe us. I will omit the less clever ones. But we are three things, undeniably: Southside, Chicago and American. We are Southside in our neighborly sensibilities (“VCR, cable box, oranges, cured meats, jerky. You like jerky? What? No. It fell off the backa the truck. Don’t worry about it.”) We are Chicago in the way we talk about fine catering (“You wanna beef samwich? A sahsage? How bout some mahstacholeez?”) We are American in our valued liberties (“It’s ok, I’m a cop.” “Oh, ok. Careful with those fireworks, guys.”) And our founding father is Grandpa Bill. He’s first generation Suglich, meaning we’re not really sure where his parents came from or if “Suglich” is a real name. He says we’re Croatian. But he says a lot. When I was a little kid, we lived in the McKinley Park neighborhood, near the park with the same name. This park was home to a pond inhabited in the early mornings by a myriad of birds and a smattering of drunks. The ducks were my best friends around the McKinley Park pond. The mallards were so formal with their neckties and green hats and the lady ducks had such fancy eye makeup. I loved them. So, since I liked to eat and thought we probably liked the same things, I fed them.
Also during this early era in the life and times of a young Southside girl, we would retreat to a big blue house in Indiana on summer weekends. This only happened for a few years when I was really young, so my memories of it are hazy and punctuated by the roaring earthquake laughs of my drunk aunts. I loved it there. We all went. Mom and dad and brother and me. Grandma and grandpa. All the aunts. The uncles. Friends, cousins, neighbors from the old neighborhood, girlfriends who would become wives. Everyone. All in one big, blue house in a town called Cedar Lake. I slept in a crib because there weren’t enough beds. I was six. All my memories of Cedar Lake circle around food, naps, laughs, and Grandpa Bill. On the lawn between the house (where we ate) and the dock (where we fished), there was a hammock. Now, I have never been a napper. My mom and dad insisted on this archaic practice but I have always had better things to do in the middle of the afternoon than lay still and stare at a ceiling fan. Grandpa Bill, however, is an excellent napper. And they could always get me to lay down if Grandpa Bill would nap with me. Win, win. (Suglichs are winners.) When Grandpa Bill wanted to take our nap in the hammock, he would give me a head start trying to climb in.
85 2012 photo: David Robert Elliot
I will tell you, poets cannot capture the quality of my natural grace. It’s the stuff of legends. (This is a lie. I’m lying to you.) Ankles tangled in the rope of the hammock, I fell. Every time. My little white chicken legs flipping with increasing velocity into the anthills, trying over and over and over with great Irish stubbornness, and he would just watch. And laugh. There was a lesson to be learned here but I was not picking up on it. (This blind stubbornness likely contributed to my quick development of top-notch cheating skills in the telling time and counting money chapters of first grade. So no, I don’t know what time it is and yes, you can calculate the tip. This makes me a delightful date.) With each passing year, Grandpa Bill’s sense of mischief grows along with his ears, nose and that one hair in between his eyebrows that he must be fertilizing just to bother Grandma Joan. And with 75+ years of testing out his material on various audiences, his tricks have been perfected. He could convince a bird that he, too, flies south for the winter. (“I’ll meechoo for breakfast at the VFW. First one’s on you, pal.”) So picture this: late afternoon at Cedar Lake, my bangs are looking prime and I am ready to feed some duck friends. Grandpa Bill is in charge. He takes my brother Matt (a fat roly poly, still in diapers) and me down to the lawn by the lake. Grandpa Bill hands me a few pieces of Wonder bread and I amble over to an ample mallard near the hammock tree. Grandpa Bill knows what I do not: Hoosier ducks are not city ducks. Hoosier ducks are not to be trifled with by little city girls.
I reach out to feed my friend. (He is not my friend!) I offer him my hand, my bread. (He is not my friend!) Grandpa holds back my brother. (He is not my friend!) I hold the bread out further, further. SNAP. GASP. SCREAM. FEATHERS. FLAPPING. TERROR. TRAGEDY. OMG. Let’s pause. Are you with me? I’ve been wronged. But I have finally learned the lesson my hammock acrobatics should have taught me: Grandpa Bill is full of it. It all makes sense now. He has not been stealing and then heroically returning my nose for the last halfdecade. It’s a rouse. A farce. A clever trick. I don’t remember what happened next. I don’t know if there was some dramatic exposé to carry us away from this tragic climax to my tale of aviary avarice. (He is not my friend!) But I do know that I cross the street when I see a bird to this day. This is difficult because they, you know, fly. I learned many things at that blue house in Cedar Lake, IN. I learned that if you don’t put sunscreen on your belly button, it will get burned. And that will hurt. I learned that I am not nimble enough for hammocks. I learned that wine coolers are gross and Aunt Joyce will give me wine coolers. Yes, I learned to never trust a creature that can fly. But I also learned that Grandpa Bill can convince you that he can fly. And that makes him, The Bullshitter – Southside, Chicago, American – the most dangerous beast.
Cara Suglich was raised on Chicago's southside in a big family that is all up in each other's business. It's the worst and the best at the same time (mostly the best). She is a city mouse who loves misadventures, ideas!, stories, nostalgia, freedom, grilled peaches, parentheses and peonies (if you want to send her some, that's cool). Also, go White Sox. Oh and she is a writer at Ogilvy & Mather. (She loves those people too.)
photographed by the lovely Tyllie Barbosa
A woodland feast created in a corner of camp...all the taxidermy in attendance.
Clockwise Left to Right: These aren’t your grandma’s candy apples. Let baby shower guests dip their own apples while using branches instead of those boring sticks. Acorn Cookies. (for those of us who can’t bake.) Icing affixes a vanilla wafer to a butterscotch chip and a chocolate kiss. You really can eat this thing. (Promise). Mold two bars of cream cheese, shingle them with almonds, and top it off with evergreen branches as a garnish. Woodland Creature Menu. Put out berries, nuts, and trail mix for every guest at the baby shower to enjoy. Including wildlife. Opposite: Impromptu photo booth. Drape vintage barkcloth in the trees as a backdrop for the party animals.
93 2012 Storks, polka dots and alphabet letter blocks
Scout campground to an overflowing vat
are the generally predictable themes of
of taxidermy, Wandawega was the perfect
The Wandawega crew made some amazingly out-of-the-ordinary Huggies “diaper cakes” in line with each of her rustic
most baby showers. Huggies wanted to
location and “prop house” to pull this off.
try something new. So, in a recent project,
For the “Woodland Creatures” theme,
themes. Rather than attempting to describe
they asked a number of stylists and interior
Tereasa and crew concocted a number of
them here, visit pinterest.com/huggies to
designers to develop baby shower design themes to be showcased and shared on
delightful treats that can be recreated in
take a closer look and find an inspiring
your own backyard from faux mushrooms
array of theme ideas featuring games, favors, flavors and more.
made of marshmallows and apple slices,
Wandawega’s own Tereasa Surratt was
to faux pine cones made of pine nuts and
among the stylists selected. For those of you
cream cheese. For the “Camp” theme,
that know her, our girl T isn’t exactly the
vintage-style campground signs were
pastel pink and blue type. We reckon she’d
handmade from reclaimed wood, with the
have put her daughter, Charlie, in vintage diapers if it was even reasonably sanitary.
help of a handheld router. Custom-designed “merit badges” were made to be bestowed
Charlie does often don moccasins and
on those who demonstrated expertise in the
more plaid than a lumberjack so, naturally,
fine art of diaper-changing.
Tereasa’s themes were “Camp” and “Woodland Creatures.” From a vintage Boy
-Eleanor Koh is an advertising copywriter and the funniest girl we know.
MAKING CAMPERS HAPPY SINCE 1925
A guest spent a memorable evening at camp and left behind this enchanting poem. Jeff Greenburger said that he was “inspired at night as I looked down on the dock from outside my cabin.”
ESCAPE AT LAKE WANDAWEGA
Ghost boat lapping at the muted waters barking groans to the Night sky that gives up its quiet dark secrets absently She’s not going anywhere tethered now in Luna’s still world What secrets does she hold? who traversed the docile lake crouching down on her strong sturdy seats seeking her refuge? Rum-runners running to escape the un-bought lawmen,
four ladies of the night rowing for rest on the Lord’s Day, or the fifties father fleeing the claustrophobia inflicted on his weak parent’s heart frightened by his urge But this old ghost boat knows what we can’t about the dear dance between heaven and earth lake and sky that makes mockery of our crimes and passions plans and dreams all so idly made. So she knows but can’t care when she passes over a dad’s remains.
ART CAMP 30 ARTISTS 3 KEGS 4 DAYS COUNTLESS CREATIONS
Art Camp for Adults! For the past four summers, Angela Finney-Hoffman of Chicago’s Post 27 and Camp Wandawega have transformed the Camp’s grounds into a weekend bacchanal for the area’s top artists and designers. Among the over-the-top communal art projects that fill each day’s crammed itinerary: birdhouse building, ‘zine and collage jamming, and collaborating on an enormous field-size painting.
An excerpt from an article that appeared in CS Interiors, written by Meghan McEwen.
We loaded our little ones into the car Friday morning, turning a two-day photo shoot at Camp Wandawega in Elkhorn, Wisconsin, into a weekend-long family affair. A half-hour from the sprawling, beyond-beautiful retreat where creative types of every stripe descended for Art Camp, the unthinkable happened. We got in a terrifingly close call car accident with a UPS truck. We were all miraculously untouched, but our vehivcle was not. With a rental car (ours was not drivable) and shaky nerves, we persevered. Instead of dwelling on what could have happened, we decided to spend the weekend in full force gratitude mode. And I cannot think of a more relaxing or welcoming place to slow down and take stock of every single little moment. Owners David Hernandez, who has been going to Camp Wandawega since he was a baby, and his wife, Tereasa Surratt, have been transforming the idyllic lakeside camp for the last few years, building the kind of backwoodschic oasis that makes you want to skip off the grid and spend your days picking wildflowers, baking bread, reading by lantern light, and practicing archery all in a vintage eyelet summer apron.
R I G I N AT E But beyond the natural beauty and vintage cottage-meets-cool lodgings featured in this issue, there were other smaller-but no less important-stories unfolding behind the scenes. Sam from Post Family took my four-year-old fishing and he caught his first fish -a little bluegill- without ever using bait. Tyler from Stone Blitzer played checkers with him when an afternoon shower brought us all indoors for a spell. He blew on the antique bugle that signals breakfast, took his ride on a tree rope swing, and marveled at the eggs of nesting turtles spread across the beach -all childhoodmaking moments for the memory books. My 16-month-old toddles around the grounds, pulling grass, picking up rocks and engaging in a lengthy game of peekaboo with talented surface designer Noel Ashby, who I met for the first time, even though Iâ€™ve admired her work since we ran a story about her beautiful designs last year. The whole weekend was a working testament to getting outside your everyday. Especially in the summerâ€” when the days are long and the pavement is hotâ€”we all need an escape.
100 2012 “In a time when people are more careful with their money than ever and big-box stores are churning out mass-produced design on the cheap, the opportunity to spend a couple of days with some of Chicago’s most talented design minds reminded me what we’re doing here in Chicago. These are some of the people behind our city’s local design scene. They’re holding it up. They’re making things with their hands. They’re thinking responsibly and innovatively about materials. And they’re not only prodigously talented, they’re also really nice folks.” —Meghan McEwen for CS Interiors
Not everyone is lucky enough to have a vacation home in the country, but everyone can be inspired by the way these homeowners are using their spaces: to decompress and spend time with family and friends.
A CAMP WANDAWEGA PHOTO SHOOT
JULIA STOTZ AND BRIAN GUIDO SHOOT THE FRESH SUMMER LINE FROM HOUND
“The inspiration for the spring/summer 2011 collection was found by looking to the stars, navigating bodies of water and studying geometric shapes found in shadows. This was then combined with Hound’s aesthetic of clean lines, a lighthearted attitude and a love of Wisconsin’s Northwoods to create ‘Between Wind and Water.” Hound was founded in the latter half of 2009 by Jennifer Beeman and is based in Chicago, IL.
THE SHOOTERS Julia Stotz was born in California and currently lives in Chicago, IL. She is co-owner of Studio 24 with her partner, Brian Guido. Her clients lnclude Elle Decor magazine, Ogilvy Chicago, Refinery 29, Time Out Chicago, Whole Living for Martha Stewart, CS and Daily Candy. juliastotz.com Brian Guido was born in a suburb near Detroit, MI. He went to school in Chicago, IL, spent a short time in Texas, and currently resides back in Chicago. He is the co-owner of Studio 24 in Chicago with Julia Stotz. His client list includes MTV, ONE Design Company, Jettison Quarterly, Wrigley and Unison Home. brianguido.com
THE EMP IRES Rolling Stone said that the “Empires’ music takes the urgency and emotion of the ‘90s grunge era and reboots it for a new generation.” Photographer Chris Strong captures that spirit in his Wandawega shoot, featuring haunting skies, open fires —and some seriously freaky animal masks.
PHOTOS CHRIS STRONG LOCATION CAMP WANDAWEGA
“I FOUND A PRETTY SOUL HITCHIKING ON THE HOWLING ROAD” LYRICS “HITCHIKER’’ ALBUM GARAGE HYMNS
“I’M RUNNING FROM THE MODERN DAY” LYRICS “RUNAWAY” ALBUM GARAGE HYMNS
humble and amazingly talented are apt descriptions of photographer Chris Strong. You may not know Chris, but you’ll definitely recognize his stunning photographs of music industry luminaries like Billy Corgan, Jeff Tweedy, and Mavis Staples, to name a few. Chris has been a friend of Camp Wandawega for going on 10 years now. He was kind enough to shoot David and Tereasa’s wedding. And, he and his wife Katie were married at Wandawega too. He’s also taken advantage of the charming/ creepy/magical combination of props and locations that can be found at Wandawega for a number of photo and film shoots. He brought Indianapolis’ own Margot & the Nuclear So and So’s up for their publicity shots when they were signed by Sony. He documented the amazing musical weekend when Tim Kinsella (Joan of Arc, The Owls, etc.) and Chris Connelly (Ministry, The Revolting Cocks) assembled an all-star ensemble (featuring members of Califone, Town & Country, US Maple and other jazz and improv luminaries) and created an outdoor recording studio to perform and record Chris Connelly’s eighth full-length solo album, The Episodes.
A TREE TOP GATHERING Am·bi·ance/Noun: The special atmosphere or mood created by a particular environment.
When gathering in a specific area with a specific group of people, it creates a mood, or ambiance, that is totally unique and—in the best of cases—utterly memorable. That was certainly the case when, homemade lemonade and ale in hand, we set out for one extravagant evening amongst the stars in our brand new tree house. In the company of a majestic, 25-foot-tall elm tree, we all experienced something rare and new and so completely different from what we were used to in our
more down-to-earth city lives. It is sort of unreal to be able to create a space like this with your bare hands—this safe and comfortable retreat nestled high among the treetops. Something not unlike the fortress we dreamed about as kids, but perhaps a bit more polished. Not only is it a wonder to look at it, but when you get to partake in decorating the interior and planning the menu for a one-of-akind dinner party, it truly makes you wonder why any us ever chose to live in the city in the first place.
Tomâ€™s treehouse is a collaborative creation of Stone Blitzer, Steven Teichelman, Post 27, Bladon Conner and friends.
Photo: Jacob Hand
Photos: Julia Stotz / Brian Guido
used to spend hours planning and dictating the mood of my parties. I would have a theme and painstakingly plan the menu, music and, of course, my outfit. What I later learned is that ambiance is better when it happens organically. Usually, some larger-than-life guest would refuse to adhere to my party theme anyway, and drink PBR instead of my carefully crafted signature cocktail. In this case, that shadow-casting guest was a 25-foot-tall elmâ€”and he certainly made his presence known. People often associate
extravagance with expensive things. But I think extravagance is more about the richness of the surroundings and bounty of great friends and conversation. Our huge elm tree friend dictated a certain rustic extravagance, where the food was simple, fresh and delicious and mismatched cutlery and dishes were appropriately delightful.
you have friends with big enough personalities to fill that space.
Following are modest-yetstill-extravagant recipes for your very own campthemed dinner party. Not all of us are lucky enough to count a gigantic elm amongst our closest pals. But hopefully, like us,
Directions: On a large platter, alternate and overlap the tomato slices, mozzarella, cheese slices and basil leaves. Drizzle with olive oil. Season with sea salt and pepper.
Ingredients: 4 large ripe tomatoes, sliced 1/4 inch thick 1 pound fresh mozzarella cheese, sliced 1/4 inch thick 1/3 cup fresh basil leaves 3 tablespoons EVOO fine sea salt to taste freshly ground black pepper to taste
Photos: Julia Stotz / Brian Guido
On The Menu: Caprese salad, homemade chili, gingerbeer, and roasted veggies.
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DRINK EAT & With the seasons changing, itâ€™s time to hearty up you winter pallate. Christine Busby sheds some light on her wonderful stew. And William Golden helps us toast with his sunshine concoction.
HOMESTYLE CHILI Christine Busby says nothing warms a winter evening quite like a cup of homestyle chili.
CAMP STEW Make this hearty stew on a chilly weekend and fill your kitchen with aromatic memories of your grandmother, issuing nourishment and love with each stir of the pot.
1-2 pounds chuck roast, cut
salt and pepper
into 1-inch pieces
6-8 cups beef stock or beef
¼ cup olive oil
1 small yellow onion, finely
½ pound pearl onions
2 T. olive oil
1 celery stalk, finely chopped
2 T. unsalted butter
6 cloves garlic, coarsely
¼ pound mushrooms, chopped
2 pounds baby potatoes,
12 oz. Irish stout beer
preferably red-skinned, cut
4 carrots, peeled and chopped
¼ cup tomato paste
to ½ inch pieces
1 rosemary sprig
2 brown Demi Cubes
4 thyme sprigs
(optional, see note)
2 bay leaves
¼ cup fresh parsley, chopped
Have all ingredients at room temperature. Read the recipe all the way through. Pour a beer or glass
Prepare the vegetables: Bring a pot of water to boil. Add pearl onions, let boil for 1 minute.
of wine for yourself. Make the beef stew base: Spread beef pieces on paper towels. Pat each side
Drain and slip off the skins by cutting the root end with a paring knife. Heat 1 T. each oil and
of each piece until dry. This helps ensure even browning and tender meat. Heat oil in large, heavy
butter in large pot. Add mushrooms, sauté til lightly browned, about 7 minutes. Set aside. Add
Dutch oven or pot over high heat. Working in batches, brown the beef. Use tongs to turn pieces
remaining oil and butter to pot. Add potatoes and carrots, sauté until nicely browned, about 20
over only once each side has browned. Open the windows and turn on the fan: this will make a
minutes. Add pearl onions to lightly brown them. Remove from heat, add mushrooms, and cover.
mess and probably a little smoke. Once a batch has been browned on all sides, remove beef pieces
Back to the beef: Remove thyme stalks, rosemary sprig, and bay leaves. Add 2 Demi Cubes, if
from pot and start again. Remove the last batch from the pot and lower heat to medium. Add onion
using, and gently heat til melted. Stir to incorporate. Add potato mixture to beef and adjust
and celery, sauté until soft and slightly browned. Add garlic and stir. Add beef and turn heat to
seasoning, if needed. Garnish with parsley and serve.
medium high. Pour in beer and bring to a simmer. Add tomato paste, herbs, and salt and pepper to taste. Add enough beef stock to cover meat. Lower heat to medium-low, cover, and let simmer gently for 1 hour.
Note: Demi Cubes are frozen cubes of demi-glace, the super-condensed secret to restaurantquality sauces, stews, and soups. Demi Cubes contain no fillers, additives, or preservatives— which is why we recommend them.
In a shaker add:
This refreshing summer
1.5 parts of cucumber
drink reminds me of the
long sunny afternoons of
1 part mint simple syrup.
my childhood at summer
camp, when only a tall
1 part fresh squeezed
glass of lemonade could
quench your thirst. Now,
as an adult I found a way
Strain over tall glass with
to make it even more fun.
ice. Top with club soda and mint sprig. Mint simple syrup 1 cup packed fresh mint leaves from your garden. 1 cup sugar 1 cup water Chop mint. In a saucepan bring sugar, water and mint to a boil, stirring until sugar is dissolved. Simmer for 2 minutes. Pour syrup through a strainer, discard mint leaves. Keep syrup chilled up to 2 weeks in closed container.
EARN YOUR MIXOLOGY BADGE
Christine Busby is a born food
William Golden is a
freak. Early kitchen ventures
budding mixologist and
included enthusiastic but
loves the art of bartending.
futile efforts to make jam
Self-taught, he found the
out of backyard crab apples
creativity involved in creating
and mulberries. At the age of
a one of a kind cocktail for
10, she won a blue ribbon at
his parties an interesting way
the State Fair with a plate of
to elevate an ordinary house
lemon bars. High school was
party to a tasting event.
overshadowed by a beloved
Through his love of the
after-school job at a gourmet
cocktail, a new business has
ice cream parlor, where even
been formed called The Punch
the cones were homemade.
But, she went to college
While it is still in it’s infancy,
instead of culinary school,
he is starting the fun process
then took a graduate degree,
of testing new recipes and
and joined corporate America.
lending his mixology skills
Still, the oven beckoned. For a
to events, parties and
good 5 years she ran Busby
Bakes, a gourmet cookie business that was listed in
William resides in Chicago
Time Out Chicago’s
with his “boys,” partner and
“100 Best Things We Ate This
co-host William Sherman,
Year.” These days, Busby
Schnauzer Buddy and son
satisfies her culinary
urges by cooking for private parties, overdoing it at Christmas, and blogging at busbybakes.com.
THE ARTIST: EDWINA WHITE For a recent Wedding at Camp, artist Edwina White created a custom map for guests to explore the grounds. We were charmed by her loveliness. Born and raised amongst the bushland and beaches of Sydney, Australia, Edwina White found her thrills when she studied Visual Communications at University of Technology, Sydney (UTS). After graduating with the University Medal, she taught classes for four years at UTS and University of Western Sydney (UWS) while freelancing as an illustrator, fine artist, writer and performer. After the success of her first solo show, “52 Pick-up,” based on a packet of playing cards, White was encouraged to move to New York by Kate Larkworthy Artist Representation. Since then, she has been featured in international publications including The New York Times, W, Time, Vogue Australia, Gourmet, Vanity Fair UK and Food + Wine. She was also selected for features in Print Magazine, Creative Review UK, Luerzer’s Select, and Fashion Illustrator.
White’s work has been exhibited in the UK, Japan, Russia, throughout Australia and the USA. Her debut New York solo exhibition was held at Gigantic Artspace in Tribeca, and she is currently represented by Kinz, Tillou, Feigen Gallery and shows consistently at the Pulse Fairs in New York and Miami. Works are collected by private collectors such as Angela Missoni, Alan Steele, John Kerry and Theresa Heinz, and institutions including The Hayward Gallery, Boston Museum of Fine Arts and Marfa Ballroom. Her 2009 animation residency at the Contemporary Center for the Arts, Santa Fe produced a short animated film and an invitation to work on a documentary set in Dakar, Senegal. An exhibition of new works followed at the Paul Kopeikin Gallery, LA in October 2009.
CAMP WANDAWEGA THROUGH THE LENS OF
T. HARRISON HILLMAN T. Harrison Hillman is a photographer living in Chicago and working all over the world, from shooting for Cabelaâ€™s, to shooting under Annie Leibovitz in Chicago for Vanity Fair.
off the deep end
PENFIELD SHOOTS FALL / WINTER 2012 LOOKBOOK
WELCOME TO WISCONSIN 27/06/2012 14:16
SHOT BY RYAN PLETT
Shot on location at Camp Wandawega, Spring 2012. Cute boys and girls, beautiful clothes, outdoor setting. Whatâ€™s not to love?
GUESS WHO STOPPED BY CAMP? Our friends at Penfield! A clothing company established in Massachusetts in 1975, they’ve built a reputation for making high-quality, rugged clothing like down-filled jackets, fleece and outerwear. We were absolutely tickled that they came by Camp Wandawega to take pictures for their Fall/Winter 2012 photo shoot. At camp, we pride ourselves on coveting function over frill but when they started to bring out those gorgeous and army-inspired jackets and Pendleton-style coats, we sort of, um, squealed with delight. We wouldn’t have exactly minded if they left all their loot. And why do we love Penfield so? Partially because they’re gear keeps you toasty in all climates—an essential trait for camp living. Also, we love how their pieces deliver functional style during all manner of outdoor activities, whether tobogganing down a snow-covered hill or waiting for a tug on the line at the local fishing hole during the late-autumn dawn. In particular, we’ve become sort of obsessed with their down-filled vests.
IN THE TREETOPS. IN THE TREETOPS. the Penfields online lookbook The Penfields online lookbook gallery gallery features features folkssporting sporting the latest from fallline / winter line. folks the latest from the fall /the winter
â€œThe idea behind the Retreat was to get a diverse group of creative people together for the weekend. No one knew each other, most had different mediums and methods of shooting, and even their preferred platforms for showcasing their photography were unique. The goal was pretty simple, encourage creativity and creating unique content all while showcasing an amazing location.â€?
-Ryan Plett / creative director of STYLESEEK
ON THE ROAD: OUT AND ABOUT
155 In conjunction with the launch of the second book to feature our beloved Wandawega - Found, Free & Flea - Tereasa hosted a book signing/craft night at Anthropologie's flagship Chicago store. The full house enjoyed cocktails, sweets, and an amazing spread of vintage ephemera they used to make their own mini-craft collages. Guests cut, trimmed, and pasted a mind-boggling assortment of vintage ads, maps, postcards, and photos onto leftover wood scraps from Wandawega construction projects.
ANTHROPOLOGIE WORKSHOP 4 /21
We even brought along the Wandawega wood-burning “brand” to stamp the backs of the night’s awesome creations. Thanks to the amazing folks at Anthro for an awesome night. We hope to do this again.
READY SET LAUNCH Thanks to Angela Finney-Hoffman and the Post 27 crew for hosting the Found, Free & Flea book launch (published by Random House/Clarkson Poter, 2011). It was a beautiful night, with an even more beautiful crowd. To set the vintage scene, Grand Avenue was lined with classic vehicles.
Founded by Angela Finney-Hoffman, POST 27 opened in the spring of 2008, helping to kick-off what’s now a thriving design district on Grand Avenue, in Chicago. It’s an everchanging and creatively displayed space filled with vignettes of products that range from mid-century furniture pieces to accessories made locally from reclaimed or re-purposed materials. Many of the vintage furnishings receive a “new life” through re-upholstery, refinishing, or modification. To learn more visit post27store.com
157 Once a month, about 45 mostly Chicago-area artisans and entrepreneurs gather under one roof to show off their latest wares. It was part food, part fashion, all fun; you’ll find everything from beautiful loudspeakers made from vintage suitcases, reclaimed wood tables, fine teas, and gourmet foods. Tereasa set up camp along with the delightful Max Wastler of Buckshot Sonny’s. buckshotsonnys.com.
DOSE MARKET 6 /3
Wandawega sets up camp at Dose Market, Chicago The Wandawega Camp Store goods—from classic slingshots, to canteens to archery sets—were the perfect compliment to Buckshot Sonny’s American Made goods such as chore coats from Pointer, vintage watches from Wittnauer, watch bands from Horween Leather, and baseball mitts from Nokona. Other friends of Wandawega at Dose Market included Winter Session, SmileBooth, and Nathan Michael.
TALES FROM THE INNKEEPER On a sunny July afternoon, one of our guests came striding up from the lake with several Band-Aids covering his nipples. We’ve seen stranger things, I guess. But I can't remember when. I tried not to stare. “I know,” he said, completely aware that I was struggling to avert my eyes. “The bluegills were trying to milk me.” I'm pretty sure at least two ounces of lager came out my nose. I would have tried to contain myself if he hadn't been laughing, too. Apparently, the bluegill that swim in our waters are farsighted and often mistake the random underwater nipple for the tip of a worm. Since there's nothing like adding insult to injury, he went on to explain that his wife had an enormous mosquito bite on her back. Clearly, our little friends enjoy all manner of bumps and lumps. She spun around to show off her Band-Aids. Should your travels take you to our resort, there are two things you need to pack when you visit us: 1. extra Band-Aids (also known as “bluegill guards”) 2. a sense of humor (which you'll need if you have to explain your unusual tan lines) -Your camp counselor, Tereasa