
Basketface: Brooke’s First Day
On patrol alone, the camp’s lead orienteer follows a trail of gnawed saplings—and sees something impossibly large in the water.
Read story →Camp Hoarfrost is a living archive of impossible moments—giant beavers, lights in the dunes, and voices on the wind. Pull up a chair by the fire.
Part oral history, part folklore project, part recovered logbook. We collect and retell accounts from counselors, campers, and locals who have seen things they can’t quite explain.
On patrol alone, the camp’s lead orienteer follows a trail of gnawed saplings—and sees something impossibly large in the water.
Read story →A maintenance log from 1974 documents a lantern that burns without fuel and refuses to die, no matter the weather.
Read story →Hikers report whispers near mile marker 3. The map says the trail should end at the ridge—but it doesn’t.
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