)One interesting thing about the week was that there was a blind woman there. She needed help getting from place to place, but she participated in the dances. We did have to adjust a bit -- since she couldn't see us, if she was supposed to do a dos-a-dos with someone, (s)he had to call out to her so she had something to orient herself, and we did some figures with hand holds that normally don't involve touching. But there were sighted dancers who went astray a lot more than she did. (For what it's worth, sometimes in the more advanced dance classes, the leader will blindfold one of the people in the set, just to give everyone practice in working together to get through the dance.)
Anyway, to make this relevant to "skirts and kilts for men": I wore skirts the whole time. Usually, long skirts for breakfast, when it was chilly, then short skirts during the day, and the fancier skirts for the evening dance party. The only time I got any comments was when I word my red knee socks, and even then, it was the socks that got the comments, not the skirts. There were about a half-dozen other men (of the ~150 people there) who would wear skirts some of the time, and several men wore kilts in the evening. (One man wore a Revolutionary War costume one evening -- the hottest evening of the week, too!) Looking around at what other people were wearing, I think I could get away with being a lot flashier in my outfits. One woman wore very bright tie-dyed clothes all the time. Another had a skirt with little reflective dots that, in the lights of the dance pavilion, sparkled in all different colors (diffraction gratings, maybe?) I'll have to work harder to be conspicuous for next year....
After camp was over, I visited my cousin who lives nearby (in the middle of a cranberry bog.) I wore my navy blue twill kilt there with navy blue socks, but had to take the socks off because of the heat (I need to make a lighter, shorter one for summer.) FWIW, no comments at all, nor any at any of my rest stops on the way home.
On the way up, a week ago, I did get one comment: a guy saw my box-pleated skirt, and asked what I was wearing under it. I said, "whatever I want to," and when he persisted, I said something like, well, you know, it's a pretty personal question. He wasn't being unpleasant about it, but it was obvious that he liked the idea of letting the "boys" go free in hot weather. I should have suggested that he try a kilt, but I was still a lttle rattled from the engine in my car quitting dead while going 60 mph on the Merritt Parkway (no the mechanics still haven't found the problem), and I don't think of the best come-backs when I'm rattled.
