I went to a camp in 1994 (at age 11), which was a Jewish overnight camp. It had a strict, almost military-like schedule, but it had things that most camps don't have: air-conditioned sleeping areas and dining halls. Sleeping areas had twin beds with comfortable bedding, modern washrooms, and locker room-style showers. Dining halls had chairs and tables with tablecloths and regular dishes. Perhaps this is due to the fact that this was a Jewish camp, as opposed to a more traditional sleep-away camp, the kind with rustic cabins, picnic-style meals, and a Native American-sounding name.
There were regular activities, ranging from organized relay races and sports, to movie nights at an outdoor theater, as well as free time and swimming, both in a pool and in a river. The was a large forest on the camp property, where kids were allowed to run around as they pleased. Many kids played hide-and-seek in tree branches. Swimming as a group took place once every few days. After dark, the camp did bonfires, free time on a playground, one after-dark pool party (which I loved) and one dance night (which I hated). There were also two field trips: one to a Jewish museum plus lunch at a bagel place, and the other to sing Israeli songs in a retirement home.
The camp session was 3 weeks, but there were parent visits days on a regular basis. Bullying did happen, but it was was quite mild and sporadic, and usually only in somewhat "deserved" situations, like when I spilled a cup of tea on my shorts (a few kids gave me a hard time about it for about a week after). Nothing severe enough to cause emotional distress ever happened. Mischief was limited to throwing bricks taken from a pile behind the maintenance building into the river, or squirting water from second-story windows on kids below.
All in all, I really liked the camp, and got along well with most of the kids. The food in the dining halls was diner-quality, but made fresh daily and not repetitive. Counselors were strict when necessary but pleasant to be around. I'm really glad my parents sent me there; sadly, I didn't end up keeping in touch with the people I met.