From the February 2009 Conservationist
How DEC summer camp shaped my life
By Bret Canary
In the summer of 1990 my parents drove me into the heart of the Adirondacks for a week-long stay at Camp Colby, one of four DEC outdoor education camps. I was 13 years old at the time and had butterflies in my stomach knowing that my parents were dropping me off to stay with strangers.
As we pulled in, most kids were huddled around the docks of Lake Colby. I thought, "Oh no, a swim test." It was a typical August day in the Adirondacks, breezy and cool...more like September. I reluctantly changed into my swim trunks and got in line. Sooner than I wanted, it was my turn. As I jumped from the dock, it was like slow motion as I floated through the air, looking at the beautiful surroundings as I descended, the sun shimmering over the waves. The shock of the water snapped me back to reality, taking every bit of air out of my lungs. Panicking, I swam through the cold, thick water. After what seemed like forever, I finished the test and passed. I remember getting out with uncontrollable shivering. A counselor came over and asked what my name was, and I replied "B-r-r-r-ret Canary." Immediately another counselor came over and together they sang me "Canary in a Coalmine" by The Police. I knew then I was going to be just fine. But what I didn't know was this memory would be the first of many that would ultimately affect my life decisions and shape my career.
DEC campers enjoy a variety of outdoor
activities, including hiking.
The week at camp went by quickly, filled with adventures-night hikes, animal tracking, climbing the High Peaks, games, and so much more. The counselors were very knowledgeable and always entertaining with their humor and crazy antics. It was impossible not to admire them and want to be a counselor just like them.
For years, I kept those adventures fresh in my memory with photos, thoughts, and a camp journal I still have today. I never gave up my desire to be a camp counselor and in the summer of 2000, my goal was realized. Not only did I become a counselor, but I returned to Camp Colby and was charged with overseeing the boys' cabin I had stayed in ten years earlier.
The adventures began anew my first year as a counselor, with fresh experiences and memories-climbing Wrights Peak in August, teaching field ecology, and Friday night campfires reliving the week's events and preparing for emotional goodbyes. Nothing surpassed seeing in the campers' eyes the same excitement and enthusiasm I had felt as a camper. I just hoped I left as strong an impression on them as previous counselors did on me.
One of the highlights of camp was hunter education training. The campers have the option to earn their hunter safety certificate, studying the safety, ethics, and laws of hunting and firearm handling. New York State Environmental Conservation Officers assist with this training. I looked forward to hearing their stories and watching the kids stare in awe at their uniforms and listen with rapt attention. I found myself respecting the officers, wanting to be like them. Their presence, love for the job, and experiences made the job seem like no other and one that I knew I would love to do.
I spent four summers as a DEC camp counselor. In the "off" season, I studied natural resource management at SUNY Plattsburgh. After graduation I watched for the Environmental Conservation Officer exam to be announced, doing odd jobs in the interim as I waited for my dream career to take off. Soon, I took the test and passed. A background investigation, physical fitness test, and interviews ensued. Then I had to wait to be called for the academy. Months passed as I worked at an auto detailing facility, wasting my education. Beginning to despair and about to pursue a different career, I finally got the call-I was going to the academy!
ECO Bret Canary
I attended the 15th Basic Academy in Oswego, graduating in June 2004. After almost five years on the job, I still can't believe I'm wearing the uniform. The pride I feel every day I get dressed for duty is a constant reminder of what got me here in the first place. Being an Environmental Conservation Officer is, by far, the best job in the world; I can't see myself doing anything else.
I owe a debt of gratitude to my parents for bringing me to Camp Colby, the Environmental Conservation Officers who kept the spark going, and my wife for encouraging me through the academy.
But most of all, I owe it to the camp counselors, who guided a week that changed my life.
Environmental Conservation Officer Bret Canary works in St. Lawrence County.