Camp Fair – February 22, 2014 – Town Center Mall

We will be at Town Center Mall in Kennesaw, Georgia, Saturday, February 22 from 11am to 4 pm.

Camp fairs can be long, busy, and tiring for us, but having a few campers or alumni stop by sure brightens up our day!

If you haven’t yet become part of the Camp Dixie family, come out and talk to us and you’ll begin to see why Camp Dixie has lasted 100 years!

Camp Fair – January 25, 2014 – North Point Mall

Come see us at North Point Mall in Alpharetta, Georgia on January 25 from 11am until 4pm.

Campers and Alumni are always welcome to stop by. With luck we should be pretty busy, but we can always steal a moment to share with our Camp Dixie friends and family!

If you haven’t yet been to Camp Dixie, camp fairs are a great way to talk to us face to face. Let us tell you what makes Camp Dixie special.

Camp Dixie a poem by Erin “Salty” Boyd

We thought that we might mix it up a bit and post something rather new to include campers of today. Each summer we ask campers to write a poem or short story to be used as their meal ticket. Themes and subjects vary but all are based on the Dixie Spirit. This month we are posting a poem by Erin “Salty” Boyd a camper for 6 years. This year Erin will be a CT and thus making it her 7th summer at Camp Dixie.

Camp Dixie is great

Wouldn’t you agree?

Where the tiny frogs hop

And the butterflies fly free

 

When Pop J built this camp

99 years ago

It was only for the boys

Having girls was a no!

 

The sisters started to complain

Pop J said don’t be hating!

He built them a girl’s camp

Way up here in Clayton

 

The two camps were separate

But only for a while

Then the boys packed up and left

The girls welcomed them with smiles

 

Then one summer Miss Ann came

With the campers she did play

The next summer when she came back

She was there to stay

 

Miss Ann owned this camp

For a good many years

Then she passed away

And there were many tears

 

Now Rhonda owns this camp

It’s a job she does so well

Every summer the campers here

Think she’s very swell

 

The kids who come year after year

Make the memories great

Is this a big a coincidence?

Or is it just fate?

 

Every year when I arrive

I’m greeted with a smile

From counselors and CTs

Who’ll go the extra mile

 

Traditions here at camp aren’t sparse

But two stand out loud and clear

One is the tie around our necks

That reminds us friends are near

 

The second traditions happens once

Each year at summer’s end

A log at council fire is taken out

And passed on to remind us of our friends

 

Besides all of the traditions

You stay at camp is unique

Whether you stay for the whole summer

Or for only a week

 

Each year the girls do sisters

It’s always so much fun

We leave each other notes and gifts

Which strengthen bonds that have just begun

 

Each day we do five activities

That range from many things

From archery and riflery

To creekwalking and tra-mop-o-line

 

During free swim

At the dock you will see

Campers playing 7-9-12

Playing and swimming free

 

Every Thursday night

We camp out in the woods

We cook our own burgers

And hotdogs and they’re good

 

At the end of the week

When it’s time to say goodbye

The times spent here in Dixieland

Will be remembered for all time

It’s snowing here at Camp Dixie

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Camp Dixie Lake as the snow falls

It’s snowing here at Camp Dixie. So many think of ‘Camp Dixie’ and ‘Summer’ as synonymous, but in Winter, Dixie can be a very different place. In Summer the hills echo with the sounds of children, today snow muffles all sound. Two words describe today, quiet and cold. Don’t worry, we have a fire in the fireplace and we spent the day getting boring work done on the computer. Meanwhile, outside the trees are traced in snow as great white flakes fall silently to the ground.

The trees covered in snow.

The trees covered in snow.