Here are stories that people have submitted of their favotire memeories at Gull Lake:

One of my favorite Gull Lake memories was, as winter program director, sitting on top of the old Atco Trailor after "lights out" and spying on Andy Moffat's cabin as they snuck into the kitchen to raid the fridge.  I sat quietly on the roof as I watched them walk to the kitchen then I locked them out of their cabin with the padlock.  When they got back to their cabin they knew they had been caught so came over the Atco Trailer to grovel but couldn't find me.  I was still sitting on the roof, 5 feet above their heads, listening to them plot what they were going to do to me.  Then I shone my flashlight down on them and scared the health right out of them.  I'll never forget the looks on their faces or the fun it was catching them in the act.  I caught many other campers, staff and LTDs breaking the rules over the years too - you know who you are!

One of my favourite parts of summer camp is when they show the movie they made of the happenings of that week. Everyone gathers in the Fireside room for their final farewell. It is so much fun to see all the smiling faces and hear the laughs as campers, parents and staff watch how all the kids had so much fun through the week.

-Nancy Wilcocks

My favourite Gull Lake experience has actually happened to me seven times and it is Sr. Teens week at camp.  I experienced it twice as a camper, once as a summer staff, once as a volunteer, and three times as the program manager.  

Each year at camp for the last week of the summer we run Sr. Teens camp and it feels different from any other week of camp.  Each time that I have been at Sr. Teens there has been a perfect moment (and some years more than one) where I am walking across the campus on the 4^th or 5^th day of the camp and the sun is shinning brilliantly and the temperature is in the mid 20s and I find myself in front of Memorial Hall looking at the grassy area in front of the cabins and I see the quintessential image of camp: a group of people playing Frisbee, another group hanging out on the trampoline, pairs of people walking between cabins, individuals laying in the grass with their eyes closed, groups of threes and fours sitting against cabins talking about everything from boys, to God, to the crud under their toenails, and it feels like what I imagine the Kingdom of God is supposed to feel like – peaceful and calm, full of equality and honesty, everyone feeling free to be themselves.  It is one of the most beautiful experiences I have ever had, where everything just feels right and time stands still.  If I could live in that moment for the rest of my life, I would.  In those moments I feel like God has completely saturated the camp and it warms my heart even to think about it.

-Steve Roadhouse

For me GLC holds many memorable moments. How do you single out just one? The place itself, old Hilton Hall, these were great. With some hesitation I recall my daughters at youth camps with spaghetti noodles in their noses or being stuffed with straw like a scarecrow. But the best moments were the ‘God” times during worship or a quiet time of sharing or a secluded spot of thought. But the best is that my favorite memory will be one still to come!

-Blair Woodrow

Oh, there are so many. But I remember when I first realized how wonderful my LTD level was. It was during LTD week at the beginning of level one. We went for a walk around the triangle of the camp. And we were supposed to tell the story of when we first experienced God. When I realized what we had to do, my hands got clammy and my heart started beating faster. Wait, I thought. I've only known these people for under a week and I am supposed to tell them something I'm not even sure of? As we walked, and talked, I listened to the stories people told, and began to realize how every single one of these people had trials and troubles, yet God had chosen every single one them for a purpose, and He came to their rescue, over, and over. No story was the same, but each portrayed a beautiful part of God and how He breathed into every life. As I worked through what I was going to say, tears would build in my eyes. The story I had was one that hurt my heart, even though it was my story of experiencing God. The path that lead to really experiencing God was kind of painful. And sometimes still is. As I volunteered to go, eyes pointed in my direction. I began telling of when I had experienced God in the strongest sense. And no matter how much I told myself not to let the floodgates open, they did. And, surprisingly enough, crying in front of my level was the best thing. As I began to cry, I looked up and saw I was not the only one crying. I felt arms wrap around me and I realized that someone from my level was hugging me as I told the story that hurt. And that was when I realized that they weren't there to judge me, they were my brothers, my sisters. Even though I barely knew them, I could feel love, and it had tears streaming down its face, and its arms wrapped around me.

-Rachelle Kuhl

Gull Lake Centre from the Point of View of a Parent - My sons have attended Gull Lake Camp for the last 3 years. They have such wonderful experiences and the anticipation of camp is so great that they are lost for a few days when they get home until around February of the next year when the anticipation starts all over again.

-Donna Kenny

I attended Gull Lake summer camp when I was 15, which was 20 years ago.  I walked around a one of the cabins and instantly had a crush on a boy that was there the same week.  We attended the end of camp banquet together and then became penpals after for about two years.  We then lost contact and didn't hear from each other for almost twenty years.  I found that boy in late 2008. He is still my best friend and we now have a beautiful little boy together.  What i remember from Gull Lake Camp is meeting my Best friend for life when walking around a camp cabin.  Someday we hope to return and make our life together Official, go back to the place that brought us together.  

-Arlene