There’s a community “up north” carved from ice cold glacial melt water many, many years ago, nestled with lush forest over which gulls and herons soar. It rests on the sandy beaches of a most wondrous, great lake.

A community of safe places; Girls, boys, and co-ed summer camps for kids, protected just for children by guardians who never forgot what it was like, once upon a time, to be children themselves.

The camps, just 6 miles apart, denoted by their sounds—waves lapping on the shore, warm summer breezes blowing across crackling campfires—and everywhere, the undercurrent of children’s laughter punctuated, now and then, by shouts of glee and wonder.
A changeless constant in the lives of those lucky few of us who’ve come to grow up, here, through the generations-this is a place where the days are almost timeless, but for the extra-special moments to grow in our Catholic faith for over sixty seven summers now.

When night comes, we’ll tuck ourselves in under warm blankets and count the billion stars or so that light up the sky. Or we’ll sneak a flashlight under the covers to finish a good story or recall the days’ events with new friends. When it storms, we’ll throw open the windows to smell the fresh rain and listen for the raindrops pelting the lush forest leaves.

For boys and girls of those magical ages of 7-16, these are places to take your aim at the archery range, challenge your limits on the high ropes course, and build creativity through arts; of open-air cabins, floating in kayaks, and the timeless treasure of campouts. It’s the simple and lasting pleasures that teach us the appreciation for others, nature, and to feel the presence of God.