This has to be the same camp I went to in the mid 50s. If so... My name is Neil Jones. I attended pine valley Christian camp for two or three summers. We had a swimming pool, a couple dormitories, a little snack store, the mess hall and what they called The Tabernacle. That was pretty much it. We spend our off time shining down bats with our flashlights and hunting for horny toads. Frogs would freeze at night and be all bloated. Some of us would stick firecrackers down their throats and throw them into the girls dormitory. Of course I never did that cuz I was too little to play with firecrackers. But I was always getting in trouble while my brother, receive the citizenship award. I single-handedly cause the voluntary dishwashing detail to be changed when they overheard me saying "I volunteered to do dishes so I can get out of going to the meetings." (Was that wrong?) I would also disrupt the pre lights out devotionals by trying to be funny plus being called out by the preacher by being noisily stomping in late to the evening Tabernacle service. I also broke my hip but didn't know it. All this in just one week. Nevertheless, I grew up and became a pastor and a prophetic psalmist... But I still kept getting in trouble. My ministry never did go over well with the Frozen Chosen. It just goes to show that God uses the foolish things of the world to confound the wisdom of the wise. And if you look that up in the dictionary you'll see a picture of me. So if you're a counselor at pine valley and you have a problem child, maybe remember my story. 🙃