Looking for the Klondike stone Book

"Camp Wynakee lay in a hollow of the hills..." So begins Elizabeth Arthur's luminous memoir of her five perfect seasons at a camp called Wynakee in the Green Mountains of southern Vermont - a paean to youth, to summer and to enchanted places. Elizabeth is in her fourth summer as a camper when we first meet her - at age ten, arriving at Wynakee in the back of her stepfather's Jeep, "dressed in new shorts, a new shirt, new sneakers and a new cap, like any pilgrim ready to be reborn." Possessed of a child's remarkable ability to endow the events of her days with symbolic significance, she is poised to make the most of every moment. With her we enter a world where the comforting daily routine begins with "the chimes of a great brass bell ringing and ringing in waves of deep sound across the meadow and the woods " - a sound "which I never tired of hearing, and which said to me not just 'Listen,' but 'I hear you"'; where skinny-dipping with the other girls in the pond at night, the water "like black velvet stroking every neuron," is a chance to learn "the bliss of bodies, and the deep comfort of forgetting, for the time, our differences"; where a long hike to the Fire Tower on a day when "the heat lay around us like a piece of birch bark carefully cut and ready to be set to flame" may culminate in the realization that "the world itself was a kiln, and that all things, including me, were fired in it"; where on one special day each summer - Klondike Day - the counselors transform the camp into a dream of the Wild West. On Klondike Day gold-painted rocks, hundreds of them, are scattered through the hills for the campers to seek and find; one stone - and only one - is the Klondike Stone, the true treasure, whose finder, chosen by fate itself, is "cleansed, remade, newly wrought." To Elizabeth it is the emblem of the miracle of Wynakee, where a child who has known since her parents' divorce that "things you love can vanish" might experience during a few brief seasons a me