On some campouts, you pitch a tent, cook in a Dutch oven and belt out songs around a blazing fire. On others, you strap on a backpack or hop in a canoe and trek to amazing places of natural beauty. But typically, you won’t be screaming at the top of your lungs as you fall 130 feet and then race along 3,000 feet of track, twisting and turning at nearly 60 miles per hour.
Unless you attend the Jersey Shore Council’s annual Six Flags camporee.
