This is a church camp managed by teenagers very clearly accustomed to regulating the camp around Jr. High School students or younger. If you're a church with a 40's to 50's men's group, go somewhere where it's run by grown ups, who will treat you like a grown up. Just a few examples of what we experienced the 2 days we were there with the teens running the place: You're fed in a cafeteria style line, served a medium sized portion of cafeteria food, by teenagers. You want an extra half corn in a cob? Too bad. The 18 year old boy says you can't have it. We're a group of almost 50 men from a church in Austin trying to be men, want to swim in the lake, maybe find a tree to relieve ourselves. Not recommended. Teenage girls walking around everywhere, with their cell phones, laughing with each other. Kind of limits your freedom to let go there. When we first got there and parked, a group of teens on ATV's informed us that they must take our luggage to our rooms for us which are approximately 1/4 mile away. My 52-year-old brother who was up all night the night before working asked for a ride to his room. Nope. Denied again by a teenage boy saying he can't have riders on his ATV with an open passenger seat. I pulled my car up close to our room at the conclusion of the second day to load my luggage. Within two minutes, the "camp police", a young woman, comes out and tell us to move my Mazda 3 economy car from the very large, rock road. You're an early bird like us who wants to grab some coffee at 5a or 6a... too bad. You'll have to wait for the teens to get there, usually well after 7a. The weather was flawless. 73 degrees during the day, 65 at night, during early February. You don't get many nights like this, especially when we happen to be off work at a campsite, outside, away from our families, ya know, to do camping stuff, pray and talk, with other men. I built a small fire for our group the first night, on the very large fire pit, with a very light wind, perfect night for a campfire, at a campsite, with lots of chairs around it. Just as we're getting the fire going, you guessed it, a teenage boy walks up to a group of men in their 40's and 50's, at a campsite, on a perfect weather night, finally taking a break from it all, just starting to relax, and says we need to check in with him before we start a campfire, but he guesses we can go ahead and keep it going for now. It gets better! The last night, only our second night, our Pastor, a former Army Ranger Captain, wants to be sure to get permission from the teenagers working there, to make sure it's okay this time for us to start a campfire, on another perfect night, 67 degrees outside, and a 5mph wind, yes, I checked the wind speed on my watch. The 52-year-old man who initially asked our pastor to build the fire is a former Force Recon U.S. Marine, alongside his 45-year-old brother, a law enforcement officer with two decades of service and extensive outdoor skills, gets told "Nope!" by a teenage boy. Long of the short of it, if you have a group of Jr. High School students, probably a suitable place. If you're a group of grown men, go somewhere else where the staff are old enough to have developed some...
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