Sunday, January 23, 2011

Camp Sunningdale, Part 2

It's the dead of winter in New England. Snow and ice cover pretty much everything. Parking bans are in effect every couple of days for new snowfall. Cars are coated in salt. Everyone's breath is showing.

It may be time to warm my thoughts a bit. A while back, I showed some photos of Camp Sunningdale, a run down and rotted summer camp in the middle of the woods in Maine. I said I would have some photos of the inside of the cabins and of the Rec Hall. Well, here they are.

If you also are suffering from the condition popularly referred to as "winter," I hope these summer shots help.

Here are the cabins from a front view. I think there are six in this row.

There are no stairs into any of these cabins. Climbing is the only option, but it's not high enough to keep anyone out.

The rope for the shutters is all rotted, so the only light comes from a broken window in the bathroom in the back of the cabin.

Here's a 3/4 view of one of the cabins. All the cabins in this row are the same.

The cabins are broken up in half. This is one side of the cabin, presumably where a group of campers would sleep.

This is the space between the two camper rooms. It looks like a bathroom and changing area.

The bathroom... and the only source of light in this cabin.

A closer view of the changing area between the camper rooms, opposite the bathroom.

This is the outside view of the Rec Hall. It's a large one room building with a pitched roof and a covered porch.

Again, no stairs into the building. Years ago, when I first visited this camp in all it's disrepair, there were stairs here, but they were terribly decayed.

There is a set of stairs onto the porch from the right-hand side of the building.

There is almost no light into the Rec Hall. I shot what I could. There is an old piano in here that is terribly detuned. There are a couple basketball hoops, though the building's rafters are in the way of making any shots. There is a stage on one side of the hall with a storage area underneath. The floors are all broken and uneven from roots trying to grow through them.

The flash on my camera helped a bit, but still it did nothing for my crappy photo-taking skills...

After exploring the insides of the buildings it was time to go. This is the path that leads back to my car, back through the woods.

So, that concludes my visit to Camp Sunningdale in the late summer of 2007. I hope this journey remedied a bit of your winter blues, at least for a while. Now, where did I put my ice scraper?


  1. i had just turned 8 yrs old, and got 'shipped' off to a camp somewhere
    on Lake Sebago, Me. Camp Sunningdale with its gleaming lake water
    and pain in the neck campers. My first spider bite on the left hand
    was an indicator of my mortality. I made my first stuffed animal/
    a little red dog with white stitching around the edges. Parents
    Weekend, with underdone fried chicken sent my father into a tantrum.
    Learning how to ride a horse, waterski, sunstroke, colorwar. All in all,
    a great first experience. Next move was to Mattaponi across the lake.
    Big believer in getting away from the parents for a bit. susan

  2. I was at Camp Sunningdale at a swimming instructor and a counselor in 1959. Always wondered if it was still in existence--so sad to see these pictures--remembered it as a beautiful spot!