Hail to thee, Camp Hope,
By the shores of Big Snake Lake.
Though your swings are ropey,
We know they'll never break.
From your gleaming mess hall
To your hallowed baseball field
To your spic 'n' spam infirmary
Where all our wounds are healed.

Hail to thee, Camp Hope,
Below Mt. Avalanche.
We will always love Camp Hope...
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Host / Editor

Tim Henton

Co-Host

Chris Wilson


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