camp agus craic

Somewhere north of the city there's a lake, a stand of pines and a row of cabins with your name chalked on the door. For one weekend we're taking over. No inbox, no subway delays, no deciding where to eat. Just a bell for meals and a whistle for games.

It's Parent Trap, except we're grownups (allegedly) , the juice has gin in it, and the talent show gets genuinely out of hand. You'll play, you'll hike trails, you'll do absolutely nothing for two hours by the fire, and you'll come back to NYC feeling like a new person.

Open to past, present and future ODR members — women who want a weekend away from the city. If you've ever pulled on the jersey — or ever might — you're on the list.