Picture's Worth a .... You Tell Me ...

I've got a photo album from my twenties (the 1990s) with random pics of a lot of treks and camp stuff.  Here's some of them:

Summit Base Staff in 1993 inside TAC (Tomahawk Activities Center)

The 3 Voyageurs (Trek Leaders) in 1993

The Summit Staff hanging out on the original TAC climbing wall.

Toph, our director, wanted a formal Summit staff pic in 1993.

The very first trek group I led, Troop 28 Croton-On-Hudson.  The small kids' father took that pic.  There was another father and son on the trek (38 miles on Northville Lake Placid trail) but they left after first day.

Summit Base Staff 1994

Most of the activities at Summit Base available to campers revolved around climbing - on our ropes course, our climbing walls, or our cliffs.  We also had a small pond available with a tower and a "zip line" attached to it.  The rule was only one camper at a time on this line, and a lifeguard on duty.  The staff in 1994 had fun taking these pics.

Summit Base Staff 1995

As I think these pics can attest to, this was a fun Summer for me and most of the Summit staff.

Summit Base Staff 1996

I think this pic of the Summit Staff in '96 might have violated some of the rules about the rope's course, but it was a new installation and we were still learning.

Tomahawk Activity Center in Summer

Before Summit Base was Summit Base, it was Tomahawk Camp and this building was the dining hall.  It had been long out of commission but there was a fire in I believe 1991 that put the Buckskin Dining Hall out of service for a year.  Tomahawk Dining Hall was quickly brought up to code and used that Summer while a new dining hall was built.  After that this building was renamed Tomahawk Activity Center and was always referred to as TAC.  TAC still had a kitchen and a freezer and food storage locker where we kept the trek food safe from mice.  We did trek pack shakedowns in here and kept the paddles and life jackets in a room in the back.  It had a working bathroom in the back, two climbing walls, canoes,  asbestos filled beekeeper suits in the basement, a few hundred (thousand?) bats in the attic, a working fire place where we held campfires if it was pouring rain, and some old massive stoves.  One Summer during ranger staff, Bob had Keith and I take some oil and some heavy steel scrubbers and scrub the rust off of this stove.  We did.  The stove had been unused for years, was seen by nobody, and  at that point and was in no way considered for use in the future, but when Bob asked you to do something you did.  So a stove that nobody used or needed lost its rust spots on the burners and was a bit shinier, even when TAC burned down sometime in the mid 2000s.  

TAC in Winter with Mt. Stevens behind it.

The Load and The Voyageur