Camp Kitchikewana – The place that made me who I am today!
I was a lucky bugger when I was 6. Why you ask?
In 1987, I was 6 years old and my cousin, Paul “Giff” Gifford, was the Assistant Camp Director for Camp Kitchikewana. I was a little young to be a camper (this was pre waterbug days) so I bounced between JR 7 camper cabin and staying with Paul in the Rubel Hilton (RIP), which used to stand tall on the Deach Beach. After just one week on Beausoleil Island, camp was my second home. I was one of those kids who didn’t really fit in at school, I didn’t belong to any teams, but every spring, I couldn’t wait to get to camp that summer! Kitchi was the only place I could be my true self with no worries. I was a rambunctious kid who absolutely loved everything that camp was. Sailing, canoe trips, regattas, Lumberman & Voyager, Family Day, Camp Olympics, Full camp capture the flag, screaming as loud as I could until I lost my voice every summer. My enthusiasm continued as a Counsellor and I now I get to return as a slightly less rambunctious adult with my own family. Let’s be honest – I know I drove the staff nuts at times (smile), and I also built some of the strongest bonds with the best people you could ask for. Someone once told me that camp makes great people. 28 years later from my first day as a 6 year old camper, I can say my best friends today are my camp friends. I would like to thank all my counsellors, staff and great camp friends for making me who I am today.