Camp is well kept by the owner. We were welcomed by the owner before we even got out of the truck. He showed us where things could be found and some of the proper uses of things. We toured our cabin with a kitchen (fully equipped with utensils, plates, pots etc.) The camp recycles which is a plus in my mind. Small full bathroom is provided but the water flow was not real great in the shower. Bedrooms had fans and the screened in porch had a fan. That was important as we were up there a very warm week (no AC). At night we could here the loons on the lake. The camp has a few canoes and kayaks and some beach toys. There are some chairs and umbrellas but everything is shared with all the campers.
As far as things to do, there is swimming, fishing, and boating on the lake. There is a marina on the lake you can rent from. We drove about a mile away to the white mountains to hike. There are rivers to fish as well. The small town grocery store is about 15 minutes away. There is almost no internet service at this camp and no TV. Everyone is forced to communicate—haha! Not a bad idea for a family getaway.
Hardly a camp in the modern sense, this old school family cabin resort is a world unto itself next to a quiet lake on the far side of broad corn fields and a meandering stream well off the beaten path of tourist Maine. The half dozen historic cabins are comfortable but rustic, some having been moved from nearby towns (like the School House, which really was a one room school house) or cobbled together as needed since the resort opened in the 1930s. There are no TVs nor telephones nor any reliable wifi or cell service, but there is a big lake, a beach, canoes and kayaks, barbecues, outdoor showers, adequate kitchens and laundry, a game room with antique pool table, croquet and the like, and the indispensable hammock all situated on acres of lawn surrounded by towering trees. There are also loons, eagles, kingfishers, hawks, and the occasional moose and black bear. One can rent a ski boat nearby, or hike Kezar Falls or even Mt. Washington, but we found it better to swim all day, grill up local lobster and corn, then lay on the beach and count meteors into the night.