I have wanted to attend the Squam Art Workshop for over a decade. With the kids a little older I finally took the plunge and signed up for the fall session last November. I won't lie, it's not cheap. You only live once though, right? With rental car prices in the "insane" category, I decided to drive from Maryland to New Hampshire rather than flying. Driving 11 hours is something that sounds fine in the abstract, but actually doing it is another story.
The first day I drove to Manchester, New Hampshire (ten hours) and spent the night so I could get up in the morning and tour two Frank Lloyd Wright houses before making the final hour-long drive to camp. (Huge thanks to Katie who tipped me off on these home tours!) You meet at the museum and are taken a short way down the street in a bus to visit both houses, which are on the same street in a residential neighborhood. If I lived on that street I would be so annoyed at the people traipsing down the street every day, but on the other hand, how cool would it be to live across the street from a Frank Lloyd Wright?
The Kalil House was very concrete-y and not very cozy. It was designed to be self-built, with standard size concrete blocks. Even the ceiling is made out of these blocks. It was interesting architecturally but I certainly wouldn't want to live there.
The Zimmerman House was more like what we normally associate with FLW, warm woods, low ceilings, and connection with the outdoors. The Zimmermans knew they wanted to preserve their house for the future, leaving all of the original furniture and their belonging in the home. Their clothes were still hanging in the closets! Either fascinating or creepy, depending on how you look at it. I thought this house was beautiful and could even see some similarities with our own house, which is probably why I was drawn to it when we bought it.
I ate my lunch near the river in Manchester, then drove an hour farther north to
Rockywold-Deephaven Camps. This place is the embodiment of your nostalgic summer camp dreams. The cabins are uninsulated, which was fine when I was there in early September, but I can imagine them being super hot in high summer. The bedding was warm and I felt cozy during the night when the temperatures dropped. My room led out onto the screened porch, and I kept the doors open most of the time.
I think all of the cabins have their own docks. Walking down a short path to the lake and sitting on the dock was the highlight of this experience. A glance in either direction showed people chatting, knitting, and swimming.
One really cool thing that the camp does is cut lake ice during the winter and store it in a legit ice house. All of the cabins have old iceboxes, and the staff replaces the ice every day. I was there at the end of the season and the ice house was almost empty. It's crazy to think that this old technology still works to keep ice for months and months all summer.
The first day I was there was only a half day, but I did go to a relaxing yoga class, followed by dinner. All of the meals were at set times in the dining hall with a buffet-style meal. The food was pretty good for being mass produced, but it was as loud as you can imagine. A few times I skipped meals or got my food to go because honestly it was a little too overstimulating with 200+ people in one room chatting away.
The next day was my first class, block printing on fabric. This class was so fun - we started with designing our pattern, carving our blocks, and then finally printing the design. Almost everyone was new to this technique, and yet everyone managed to produced beautiful, unique patterns. My design is the one you see at the front right of the photo below.
The line of printed towels drying overnight was a huge draw for everyone walking by. Some people even printed on their clothes!
The next day I had signed up for a paper cutting class, however by this time it had become clear that my Dad was not going to have many more days left. I had my phone by my side waiting for updates from my family. Emotionally I just couldn't handle being around a group of strangers all day, so instead I went for a hike up Rattlesnake Mountain. The view of the lake at the top was definitely worth it, but the particular trail I took was literally straight up.
The next day was Saturday, a free day. In the morning I went to a Botanical Sketching thing, which I thought would be a class, but it was just some vignettes set up on tables that we were on our own to draw how we liked. I did a quick sketch and then headed out on my main event for the day, the Five Fingers Point trail. This trail skirted the edge of the lake along a point. The weather was great for hiking, and I spent some time just sitting at different points gazing at the beautiful surroundings.
When I got back, I decided to be brave and took a dip in the lake. It was frigid and probably took me 20 minutes to work up to fully submerging myself. There were some women who seemed to have more experience with cold-water swimming and were swimming longer distances, but it was all I could do to just bob around for a few minutes. The water must have had an effect because I wasn't sore from 2 consecutive days of hiking!
On Sunday morning it was time to return home. I originally planned to take a day to stop in Rhode Island on my way home, but I wanted to get home to hopefully see my Dad one last time. That 12 hour drive was brutal! My body was not happy being in the same position for an entire day.
So, would I do it again? I'm not sure. The setting was absolutely beautiful, and I enjoyed being in such a peaceful place with no responsibilities for a few days. The class I took was really fun and inspirational. But, as you have figured out by now, I am an introvert, and being around so many new people for every meal and constant events was exhausting. I must have had the "Hi, I'm Sarah, where are you from?" conversation 40 times. I think I can cobble together a similar experience by booking my own cabins and art classes for less money. Still, I'm glad I went! I may have had a different experience if I had less going on in my personal life, and if I had a different group of cabin mates (I had one cabin mate who was very nice but who I only saw about twice.) Everyone there was super friendly and sweet, and the environment was so positive. I met a few women who were incredibly supportive when they heard about my Dad, and I am forever thankful to them. In all I totally recommend this workshop to anyone who is artsy/crafty and willing to meet new people (and can afford it!)
So, where should I go next?
That does sound exhausting! It almost seems like it would be better if you had "pods" of other students who you had all the same classes with, so you would have a cohort and not have to do constant introductions!
ReplyDeleteOh, well. Sounds like it was a productive time, even if it wasn't 100% what you wanted!
That's a great idea - I see the higher-ed admin coming out in that suggestion :) The first night we had dinner with our class for the following day, and I wish we had done that again the next day. There were also a lot of people there who either came as a group, or knew each other already. It was beautiful though and I enjoyed making the art that I did!
DeleteThanks - It was nice that I was there instead of at home, having to worry about work and other chores. I could sit by the lake and enjoy nature.
ReplyDeleteA 12 hour drive, wow that is a long way on your own. The setting looks beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI live near Manchester in the UK, it is always slightly weird to read about places that you know have been named after places here. The second FLW house you visited looks beautiful as does the wee cabin you slept in.
I'm from Virginia, and SO many places are just copies from the UK: York, Portsmouth, Hampton, New Kent, Surrey, Isle of Wight, Gloucester... the list goes on and on!
DeleteI am sorry to hear about your father's passing. My sister and I are taking care of our 96 year old Mom(her birthday was yesterday and she has a brother who will be 98 later this month). It is challenging because Mom does have dementia. We pray alot and scream into a pillow when needed:) For years I thought I was an extrovert. Turns out I was wrong. I, like you can only take people for short periods of time. Take care.
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