This cozy little cabin in the woods was a nice get away for us to ring in 2020! We enjoyed a few hikes while exploring the area. We even found a geocache! Hope we can visit again!


Golden pond is near and dear to my heart. Beautiful camp with many different units to allow for progressive. camping with Girl Scouts. Many options for activities such as hiking, canoeing, kayaking, archery, outdoor cooking, swapping, badge work and nature studies. please support Camp Golden Pond so we can have its use for generations to come.


Camp Golden Pond is my happy place with my girls. It is where I’m watching them grow up and discover the women they can be. It is nature, water, exploration, and friendship. It is an experience they can not have anywhere else.

Entropic Endeavors

Camp Golden Pond was a wonderful place for our immersive event. We were able to sleep most of our participants in the two main buildings which were lovely, clean, and close enough that everyone felt a part of the action. The scenic lake provided a beautiful backdrop for the story we were building and the kitchens meant we could feed everyone easily with more than enough room to spare! We cannot wait to come back!

Scouts, BSA Troop 375

Saturday was a picture perfect camp day.  I didn’t see the osprey perching but he was flying around all the time.  Lots of other birds too.  Bluebirds in the boxes, a hummingbird flitting around the azaleas, plenty of geese (which chase Scouts), and the every day common ones like robins and crows.  They caught a ton of fish and about 10 kids earned the Fishing Merit Badge. 

Everyone was amazed at how nice the camp was and the adults are also looking forward to a return trip.  Thanks!


Golden Pond is not only a place in the middle of the woods, it is the only camp that I have known. It is a place where I found more about myself. It lead me to being a great friend and a great leader. Being able to go to Golden Pond ever since I was young has been life changing for me. I used to go to camp with my mom and sister before I was actually old enough to go and I was referred to as the mascot.

When I was about eight years old, and old friend rewarded me on the dock by the pond with a time capsule. It was full of Girl Scout memories from that time. We did this because it was the hundredth year birthday of Girl Scouts. I got the time capsule because I was the youngest girl at camp. She told me that it was my job to hide it and make sure nothing happened to it.

When I became older, I was already excited to go to camp and learn things on my own. I’ve made lots of new friends, many good memories, and learned many, many, many new things. The very first camp I remember attending as an actual camper, I slept out in Wald by the mushroom cabin and I met my best friend. We wanted to do everything together – from being canoeing buddies, to being sleeping buddies at another camp we attended.

With her help, and other girls help, I have learned how to canoe, shoot a bow, make and start a fire, basic survival skills, and how to be a leader. By helping to save this camp, it is not only giving me more of a chance to learn new things, but it’s giving the generations to come a chance to learn.

I am hoping that when I grow up, I have a chance to bring girls back to this beautiful place so that they can make memories of their own and I can add to my memories. This camp is such a big part of my life. It’s made me who I am today.


I was the director of the Camp Golden Pond for the Hemlock Council for a week in the early 1990s.

As director, I implemented an ‘eastern newt project’ to teach the campers the wonder, respect, and stewardship for the wildlife and natural environment. The girls learned about the life cycle of the eastern newt at the onset of the camp-week. Then, armed with a notebook and pen, they recorded the number of newts they observed throughout the week as well as the color of the newts and the newts’ locations (land or water). They were not to collect the newts. At the end of the week, the units presented their notes, we pooled the data, and discussed our findings. Also, I hoped that our program would promote the end of campers’ harvesting buckets of newts, a practice that I had observed previously at the camp.

We then held a sleep-over on a grassy hill out under the stars. Most of the girls had never sleep outside before. There was some resistance to the idea. “Boy Scouts do that, not Girl Scouts!” It was a growth experience for those who wished to try it. The early evening program included an amateur astronomer with his telescope as well as a campfire, cookout, and S’mores. As we stargazed I could hear girls in their sleeping bags oohing at the shooting stars. One large “star” blazed across 1/4 of sky’s expanse. The few girls uncomfortable with too much adventure transferred their sleeping bags to the lodge for the night. The next day, the number of stars was a major topic of conversation for everyone, and the outdoor-girls were proud their braving the night in the wilds. 

The camp’s caretaker at the time was a kind and wonderful man named “Russ.” I started a “tradition” at the start of the week that whenever the girls spied Russ, they would stop whatever they were doing, face Russ, give him a sweeping group-wave, and yell “Hi, Russ!” Russ surprised me by looking me up at the end of the week and thanking me. He said how much he enjoyed the “tradition,” that no one had ever done anything like that before, and that it made him feel very much appreciated. Sweet.

I also taught the girls the “we’re a little bit crazy-walk” to use as they trekked between locations. You could see and hear groups of girls chanting and crazy-walking every which way all over the camp all day.

It was a fantastic week that still makes me smile. I hope the girls have great memories of that week, too, and that the experiences had a lasting positive impact on their development into well-rounded young women.


This camp and the experiences that I have had here, have shaped my life in such profound ways. I sometimes wonder if my love for boating or my ability to even make friends would exist without this place. Without Golden Pond.

Camp Golden Pond is this beautiful place where your victories are celebrated forever and your mistakes there are memorialized, but in a different way. They’re remembered as moments of learning and inside jokes. Like the time I dropped my bandanna in the lake. We couldn’t get it out forever, until a counselor helped us to figure out that we could use the other end of the paddle. Once we saved the bandanna, we couldn’t stop laughing.

I’ve had countless valuable and memorable experiences here and Wald and the mushroom cabin… That’s where I met my best friend Danae. On the lake, that’s where I paddled a canoe for the first time. I’ve learned how to step up and be a leader because of this camp. So when I say Camp Golden Pond isn’t just a camp – it’s a home to me, don’t take this off as just another cliche. I genuinely mean it.

All kids deserve a chance to feel the way I do about this camp. If you can help by donating so we can continue to have these memories and these experiences, it would mean a lot to me – to all of us. It’s important to me to save Camp Golden Pond, not just for me, but for all of the youth to come.

I hope one day, I can come back as an adult and teach a child to use the other end of the paddle.


I only ever went to this camp three times but in those three times I was here, it’s touched my heart to see so many young girls like me get along and make new friends for life. I was there the last weekend it was open to us and we saw quite a lot of tears, not just from us older scouts and the leaders, but the younger girls as well. Even if it was their first and last time at that camp you could see it sparked something in those little girls that wasn’t there before and I really do hope that this wonderful camp is soon to be back to us because we all miss it.


As a leader I have been to Camporees at least a dozen times with the girls in my Troops. I’ve watched them grow up from little girls to young women over the last five years. My own daughters feel like Golden Pond is a second home to them. It belongs to them. It is a part of them. It is a part of me.

Places hold memories. Golden Pond holds the memories of friendships created over s’mores, laughter, fires, and songs. It is so much more than a place. It is where I find myself again and again. It is fairy walks and geese on the lake. It is golden sunrises and frogs at night. It is flashlight tag and parachutes. It is friendships built on a shared memory that have become the fabric of my life.

My older daughter Melissa was a kindergartener when she first came to camp and learned to sing Boom-Chicka-Boom. Now five years later she has gotten to be an older girl leading the Daisies in song. Two years ago she sat on the dock and cheered on the middle schoolers as they swamped their canoes. Two summers from now she can have that experience herself.

Golden Pond is where she learned to cook over a fire, paddle a canoe, shoot an arrow, catch a fish and fly a flag. It is where she celebrated her eight birthday surrounded by 100 friends singing to her. Golden Pond is where she is the Gaga Ball master. Golden Pond is where she is both teacher to her younger kindergarten age sister and student for middle and high school age girls.

Last year when my youngest came to camp for the first time she stated, “this is my camp now” as we entered. Little did we know this summer, my 16th time to Golden Pond over five years, would be our final Camporee. My girls are only 6 & 9. I wonder how many more memories we could create if we were able to keep coming.

-Christine, Melissa, Kira