I’ve created this separate page for you to leave memories and comments on. Just use the comment feature below. I’ve moved over a couple of comments already posted as I didn’t want them to get lost. So, let me know what you think! Thanks for visiting!
Heffalump (Rachel) | racastor_at_yahoo.com | Aug 29, 2006
What is the tie that binds us
Friends of the long, long trail?
Just this: we have shared the weather,
We have slumbered side by side,
And friends who have camped together
Shall never again divide.
I didn’t leave Oregon until Kilowan closed, and I have worked many camps since them, some of which capture the same spirit as Kilowan did. But part of my heart is there, in the roaring sounds of teal creek from Alderea #5, in the cold clear water below 60′ falls, in the fairy boats reflecting on the still water of the lake, in the songs sung late around the glowing embers. I’ll never stop missing those memories, and searching for them everywhere I go.
@ Kilowan from 1985 – 1999
Peggy Lindburg | pklindburg_at_aol.com | Aug 11, 2006
What a wonderful surprise to find this little slice of Kilowan! Going to camp as a girl was the best part of my childhood, my happiest memories. Kilowan was a lifeline for me for 10 years as a camper. I still very often think about it and miss it. Songs I learned at Kilowan were the lullabies I sang to my children for years. They know Walk Shepherdess Walk, Wee Baby Moon, Barges, Kilowan, Seven Golden Daffodils, and any others. I even wrote them all in a book for my daughter. I have thought many times of trying to see if I could find Kilowan again; my friend and I who were counselors together would love to go back. But I’m afraid it would be so changed that it would break my heart. My last year up there was 1977.
I have so many wonderful memories of times at Kilowan. Fairy boats on the lake after Friday night council fire. The serenity and beauty of the chapel. Creek hiking. Going on the ridge hike and shouting “hey lop lop!” to the camp far away. Toast parties, shepherd’s pie, bibble and squib, smores, and darn goods. Sleepouts in the meadow under a blanket of stars. Earning my IOAPF and IOAFS awards, then making the little metal badges in the craft house to put on my tie. Singing around a campfire. The Indian legends at council fire. Skinny dipping in the lake.
Does anyone else out there have any of these same memories?
Thanks for the trip down memory lane.