Crawdad hunting in the creek

Nobody told us the creek was the best part of camp — we just figured it out. Roll up your jeans, flip over a flat rock, and there'd be a crawdad waving its claws at you. We'd race them in the shall…

— Tommy R. (camper '78)

A note from Miss Sally

When we opened these gates fifty summers ago, all I wanted was a place where a kid could be a kid a little longer. I never imagined I'd watch the children of my first campers come up that same grav…

— Miss Sally, Founder

Three generations

My mother came here in 1976. I came in 2001. This summer I dropped off my own daughter at the very same gate, and she ran in without looking back — exactly like I did, exactly like Mom did. Happy 5…

— The Hollis Family