For my second cabin-fitting attempt, I thought I'd outsmart any future random selection; I opted for a cabin full of older folks. Oops. The writers were indeed older, but most didn't know how to navigate a computer. I quickly opted out of that one as well.
My third and final cabin: Again, a random pick, with the youngest 13 and the oldest writer, 47. Other than my greeting to those cabin mates, "Grandma's in the house," not a peep out of them. So much for community!
I guess camping, like writing, is indeed a lonely ordeal.
As far as my Camp writing, my goal is a mere 10,001 words. To date, I'm at 3,134 words.