Camp Hidden Hollow

50 Years of Memories · 1975–2025

Every photo and story, in one place.

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 FamilyAugust 2024

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, FounderAugust 2024
A whole week in pictures4

A whole week in pictures

A few favorites from one unforgettable week — the field, the water, the friends, and of course the fire. Swipe through!

The Camp PhotographerJuly 2024

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)July 2024
Best friends, summer '24
Jenny P.July 2024
Down the trail
The Bauer kidsJuly 2024
Marshmallows by the fire

Marshmallows by the fire

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…

The Whitfield FamilyJuly 2024
First time in a canoe

First time in a canoe

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…

Maria & LucyJuly 2024
Learning to ride

Learning to ride

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.

Grace, age 9July 2024
Harper & Jelly Bean
Coach DaleJuly 2024
Morning chapel under the oaks

Morning chapel under the oaks

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…

Nora JeanJune 2024
Archery range, golden hour
AnonymousJune 2024