We pulled up to the front gate of No-Be-Bo-Sco early on a gorgeous Spring Friday afternoon, and found out that we were the first from our group to arrive. In fact, we were an hour early for check-in time. Since we had time to kill (pun not intended), we opted to take a walk around the grounds and check out the lay of the land. My son was ten years old at the time and though he'd never actually seen Friday the 13th, he knew of the film and knew that I was a huge fan. As we wandered around watching camp staffers setting up the displays and workshop areas for the next day, he asked, "Do you see anything from the movie?" and at first my reply was "Um...no, not really." (I wished I'd had time to watch the film again before our trip; it had been a couple of years since I'd last seen it.) It turned out that Camp No-Be-Bo-Sco was quite huge, and as I'd soon learn, the Friday the 13th crew did most of their shooting in a relatively small corner of it.

Eventually the rest of our group arrived and we were able to check in, so my horror geek destiny was put aside for a while as we busied ourselves with claiming our camp site, unloading our gear, setting up our tents, and various other tasks. Eventually we had some "down time" after dinner and my son and I went for a second walk around to see what we could see. I told him, "Y'know, most of the movie takes place around the lake, so what say we head down that way?" -- which proved to be a wise decision. We strolled down a hill, came around a bend and BOO-YA, I found myself smack dab on the waterfront, staring at the famed Crystal Lake Beach where final girl "Alice" battled Pamela Voorhees to the death!! Turning around, I saw the cabin that the "counselors" stayed in for the bulk of the film! "HOLY CRAP, THIS IS IT! THIS IS IT!" I squealed, then I whipped out my cell phone and started snapping pictures like a good little fan boy.