50 Years of Memories · 1975–2025
Every photo and story, in one place.
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…
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…
A few favorites from one unforgettable week — the field, the water, the friends, and of course the fire. Swipe through!
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…
Met at camp, friends for life.
Hiking out to the lookout.
Every summer ended the same way — the whole camp circled around the fire ring as the sun dropped behind the ridge. Miss Sally would lead us in songs while we toasted marshmallows on sticks we'd whi…
Lucy was terrified of the water her first year. By the last day of camp she was the one paddling us in a straight line while I just held on. That's what this place does — it gives kids a little mor…
I was scared of the horses but my counselor held my hand and now I can trot! Her name is Cinnamon and she likes apples.
A camper and her favorite pony at the barn.
We'd walk up the gravel path each morning, dew still on the grass, and gather at the little outdoor chapel. The light came through the oak leaves in pieces. It was the quietest, most peaceful part…
Late afternoon on the field.
