Quin-Mo-Lac's Alumni Newsletter

The QML Alumni Newsletter is meant to bring together everyone who holds a special place for Quin-Mo-Lac in their hearts. Each camp journey is important and we would love to share yours. If you have a funny story, a special memory, a query about the camp’s history or even just a spark of an idea to share… we want to hear from you. Submissions can be sent to us at kids@campqml.org. A free gift will be sent to those who take the time to send us a story so please be sure to update your mailing address with us. Pictures are always welcome too!

We would also like to announce an opportunity to help us name our newsletter. Past alumni updates and newsletters have had such creative names as the Quin-Mo-Lac Quill, the Glowing Coals, and Quin-Mo-Lines. If you have a suggestion, please submit your idea to us before the end of April, 2021. The Alumni Committee will select our favourite name before our next publication.

With each issue, our hope is to share stories that represent each decade of Quin-M0-Lac's 70 years. Some issues will also features stories for the following series:

Building A Legacy

Have you ever wondered why some of the buildings around camp have such unique names?

The Building a Legacy Series is here to help you get to know the story and, in some cases, the faces behind the name.

Then & Now

Celebrating Quin-Mo-Lac's progression through the years. Even though the feelings we all experience at camp never really change, our surroundings do. This series will show off those little changes that have helped QML keep up with the times.

Behind the Scenes

This series gives us a chance to showcase those folks who work hard to help make camp possible.

Sitting atop the hill that overlooks Quin-Mo-Lac’s cabin path sits the impressive “Vanderburgh Lodge”. Its namesake, Reverend Fulton R. Vanderburgh, was an active United Church Minister, with a special interest in Christian education and an enthusiastic supporter of the Young People’s camps at Oak Lake and Quin-Mo-Lac. Affectionately known as “Van”, the reverend was described as faithful, efficient and a hard worker.

As the Chairman of the first Property Committee, Rev. Vanderburgh lead his team to complete a serious study of camps in Ontario and some states before coming up with the first building plans for Quin-Mo-Lac. The subsequent plan would guide the construction of the kitchen, dining hall, washrooms, ‘v-shaped’ sleeping cabins and a leaders’ lodge. As a frequent participant in the initial work camps, he would spend many hours working on the site and providing leadership to young people. “He was responsible in no small measure for laying the foundation for the splendid Christian Education program now being carried on at Quin-Mo-Lac”.

In 1953, after he had completed his work of clearing the future site of the camp’s first “leaders’ lodge”, the QML family faced an unexpected tragedy when Rev. Vanderburgh died in motor vehicle accident. In an effort to honour his memory and to carry forward the work that was so dear to him, his friends and camp supporters were invited to contribute to the building of a lodge in the spot that he had prepared. Although the original plan called for a 2-story structure with a lounge below and sleeping quarters above, a decision was made to alter the plans to provide for both male and female leaders. The following spring, under the direction of Rev. Zufelt, a group of supporters came together to construct three buildings with separate sleeping quarters for men and women and a common area in the middle.

Today, we know these buildings as Cabin 11 and 12 and Vanderburgh Lodge. Now home to the oldest campers in camp, these buildings are still in use and hold treasured memories for many happy campers.

In 1961, the First Family Camp was held at Quin-Mo-Lac. It was organized by a group of interested members of the Couples Club Committee of the Bay of Quinte Conference. The first committee responsible for the event included Marion Davis, George & Vera Greer, Bob & Irene Smithrim and Marion & Bill Marsh. Following a very successful camp, two family camps were planned for 1962 and later three camps were held for several years.

Today, one family camp is held every August with families taking over Zufelt Lodge for the duration of their stay. The program allows participants the opportunity to experience a wide variety of camp activities while spending time together as a family. Campers include new families and returning families and many generations of camp enthusiasts. As a former family camper himself, Dan Harper now leads the event with his wife, Amanda Gagne, and their four daughters.

Barb Taft: In 1975, a number of us who had been campers in the '50's joined the celebration of 25 years of Quin-Mo-Lac at the camp. We learned that many of us were cross country skiers, so made plans to get together in the winter. Before the camp was winterized, the group came together at Stewart House in Packenham. We enjoyed our time skiing at Mt. Packenham but yearned to be meeting at the camp that meant so much to us. When Kanata, the first winterized building was built, we gathered there for a weekend at the end of January. We decided to call ourselves The Old Fogies not realizing that as time went on the title would become more and more appropriate.

Other 'old ' campers joined us. There were years when snow kept us from descending 'the hill' in cars and sometimes caught us in camp so that cars had to be pushed up the hill.

Ted & Molly Colwell: We remember especially one year when the above did happen. Earl and Barb, at that point were driving a Chevie Chevette or “Shove It”, and that is exactly what we had to do. Earl was driving and couldn't make it to the top of the hill in spite of many of us pushing. Finally as many as possible got into the trunk of the hatchback, to give the front wheel drive more traction, and with the extra weight in the car and many still pushing and Earl with his foot heavy on the gas, he made it to the top where Barb was waiting patiently. The cheers resounded to the heavens.

Each year the Old Fogies would come together at Quin-Mo-Lac on Ground Hog Weekend and we would look forward in eager anticipation, not only to see "old" friends but to wonder what Ron Green would have up his sleeve for us -some mathematical puzzles, some word twists and turns, and even some craft work using tanned deer skins. Ron was a master at these things.

One year, in the late 70's or early 80's the rain came down, ice formed and floods were in the land, especially the Moira River as it went through downtown Belleville. We were unable to meet at Quin-Mo-Lac so instead we met in Belleville and on Sunday morning we augmented the worshippers in Tabernacle, where I was ministering at that time, much to pleasure and surprise of the congregants especially with the powerful singing of the Old Fogies.

Alas, time goes by, and we get older, fulfilling the Old Fogies name, some of the gang are sadly no longer with us. We continue to celebrate what the Old Fogies meant for us and hopefully the new generation of campers will receive the torch we pass on to them.

Submitted by David Genge

After my Dad left the director post we became avid family campers. We often went to camp with the Davidson family and Mike Davidson and I enjoyed showing new kids around. One year there was this new kid named Kyle and Mike and I decided to show him the camp. We were maybe five or six at the time and we took the boy up to show him father QML, the crevice, and the plains of Abraham before making our way back down through the chapel.

The problem was we hadn’t told our parents that we were going to do that. While we were gone they were having a massive land search for us. The camp was being turned upside down for three ragamuffins who had disappeared into thin air.

We were discovered as we were exiting the chapel after our hike and promptly turned over to the chaplain because our parents were too angry to talk to us. Though I never saw the camper lists, it was rumoured that Mike and I were marked as “star” campers for years as possible flight risks.

Have you ever wondered what happens when you get hit by lightning on a QML overnight? This story is a recollection of memories from Nancy Sherwin (Staff Counsellor), Jeff Stewart (First Year Volunteer Counsellor) and Craig Chambers (camper) and put together by Wendy (Eley) Waller (camper) with the help of Denis Keyes & Sean Andrus.

Nancy: It was Co-ed 5, 1984. I was a staff counsellor with Cindy Crane and Jeff Stewart who were volunteer counsellors. We had the oldest group (this was long before they were called Wolves) and in those days the oldest group had the option of doing the long trip to the Skootamatta overnight site, which we were totally up for. Most of our campers had been coming to Co-ed 5 for years and they were experienced QMLers. It was a stellar group!

Jeff : I noticed one of the campers standing by the big oak tree drinking Koolaid out of one of the Javex bottles that we used to use to carry water in. Just as I encouraged him to help out the rest of the team there was a flash of light, a loud explosion and bark and branches were flying all over the place. The sound and concussion from the strike was so impressive that it knocked everyone to the ground. The lightning had gone from a 25-30 second count to a 0 count without warning.

On an August summer day, an unexpected storm had rolled through the area. Before the rain had even begun, a powerful bolt of lightening struck the area of the Skootamatta campsite. Counsellor Nancy, who was standing in the water, and camper Craig, who was closest to the ill fated tree, were both struck.

Nancy : There was the brightest light I have ever seen and the loudest noise I have ever heard. I felt something run through me…I had no idea what it was… but I felt “something” at the exact center of the top of my head. After that, it’s all foggy. I do remember Jeff yelling at me, and I remember not understanding why he was yelling at me. Everything was muffled.

Craig: I missed the cool stuff-- I saw no flash, heard no bang, and did not get to witness blasted bits of a poor old tree raining down everywhere. I’ve always been a bit jealous about missing the good parts. What was going on? It was as if someone had taken a movie reel and snipped out a critical part of the action. Scene A had seamlessly jumped to Scene C.

Jeff : When I picked myself up and looked around everyone was laying on the ground in a daze. There was no doubt we needed help. Fortunately at the road (I don't remember how long it took us to get there), there were 3 or 4 houses, at the 3rd someone answered the door. I explained the situation and she immediately gave me the phone to call the camp... the phone lines had been interrupted by the lightning as well. I told the person what I was going to do and she indicated that she was going to continue trying to get help.

Craig: At this point I became aware of a flurry of activity that I later learned involved heroic acts by Jeff and others. A house with phone had been found, the camp had been contacted, and a plan was afoot.

Jeff: I was no hero.... I think I was just less electrocuted.

Craig: Cindy asked if my ankles felt ok. When I answered “Yes, why?” she replied “Nothing.” As I strained to look, she pushed my head back against the ground, saying “Just relax!” This seemed dumb. Shouldn’t we get out of the rain? I soon found myself borne by my fellow campers in a kind of human stretcher. I was getting the strong impression that the overnight at Skootamatta might be over!

Jeff: We ran back in and made 2 human stretchers because Nancy and the camper were still semi-conscious and not able to walk. After everyone had many shifts carrying the stretchers, we made it to the road and Wendell was there to meet us and sped away with Nancy and Craig to the hospital.

Craig: I felt mildly guilty about all the trouble and tried to insist that I could walk. “What’s wrong with his ankles?” someone said. We emerged from the trees to the edge of a highway (which was a surprise to me—weren’t we overnighting in the wilds of nature?). There was a car there. Cindy, Nancy, and I got in. Wendell was at the wheel. Cindy’s job was to monitor Nancy and me. Off we went, with Wendell doing some valiant driving. In the course of the trip, Nancy seemed to be teetering on the edge of consciousness. Cindy would occasionally slap her face to keep her from drifting off. Nancy was not happy about this and conveyed her feelings via words you would not expect to come from the daughter of a minister.

Jeff: From that point on I have no idea what happened... I don't remember how we got back to the camp... I don't know how all of our gear made it back to the camp (we had left it all).

The remaining campers and Jeff were ferried back to camp in shifts, using the camp truck.

Craig: Belleville Hospital, nurses, beds in the ER, and an electrocardiograph (no adhesive electrodes in the 1980s—they attached sensors to your skin with suction pumps, leaving you covered in massive hickeys). The attending doctor arrived and checked us over. He stopped near my feet. “How do your ankles feel?” I lifted my head to take a look. The sensor wires on my chest blocked my view. Thwarted again.

Wendy: I remember sitting in the dining hall that night at camp. We were wrapped in dry sleeping bags, everyone in shock but content, safe. Counsellors and staff continued to come in on their breaks to talk to us, we felt so special. They gave us hot chocolate and wanted us to retell our experience. Like Jeff, I can’t remember how we got to camp or who collected our belongings. But I remember that no one wanted to go home, we were happy with our crew, safe and sound at our summer home and perhaps the most tight-knit cabin group QML has ever had. I remember Craig returning the next day, showing off the “electrode hickeys”. Proof that this wasn’t just a dream.

Craig: When Nancy and I returned to camp with Cindy and Wendell, my older sister, a counsellor, greeted us as we got out of the car. “You smell burnt” she said.

So that’s the story. I am and will always be eternally grateful to the many heroes of that fateful day. I’m happy we can all look back on it now with a smile or a laugh.

Nancy: The next year I was one of the C.I.T. directors, so I went back to Skootamatta and saw the scar on the tree where the lightning had hit and the bark went flying. Someone up there was watching over us that day because what might have been a tragedy is now just a half-remembered story, only one memory out of so many excellent memories that I have of my years at QML.

Wendy: It’s hard to believe that a bunch of teenagers and young adults could calm and care for a group of 14 year olds who were just hit by lightning and gone through such an ordeal. But they did! We have all told this story many times over the past 37 years as I’m sure all of the Lightning Crew have. Imagine the Tripper Challenge song we could have written after that experience!

Submitted by Trevor White

Mingle’ the Canadian Goose first showed up during a Coed 7 canoeing session in the early 1990’s. It swam around and stayed surprisingly close to us, then came up on shore when we were done. The camp community was captivated by how social this goose was, and it was intrigued with us! It wandered around QML meeting everyone, so we named it ‘Mingle’.

We remember Mingle sitting at the back for evening games, captivated by the leaders at the front. And when the campers ran to the waterfront for ‘in the lake’, Mingle beat them there, flying over to watch the action.

Wendell and Rosanne White remember visiting with Mingle during the last day of camp. “Later that day when we were getting ready to go away, I recall driving up the hill and noticed Mingle following in flight above the car. I stopped at the top of the hill we gathered around the old oak tree and Mingle joined in like a fine feathered long lost friend. When we departed the camp, Mingle flew about the car all the way out to the Quin-Mo-Lac Side Road. It was spectacular & memorable.”

We’re not sure if Mingle came back... but Canadian geese have been gathering at QML on our 3-day breaks ever since.

Submitted by Peter Mouncey

In the spring of 1998, after four years teaching at the American School Foundation of Monterrey (ASFM) in Mexico, Sharon and I set our sights on returning home. We loved everything about teaching in Monterrey and we frequently shared stories with our Mexican students and friends about Canada. On a long road trip through Texas during Semana Santa (Holy Week), we inspired each other with the idea of bringing Mexican children to Camp Quin-Mo-Lac. We made a call to Wendell, he jumped on board, and three months later, we met 16 Mexican campers at Toronto Pearson International Airport.

They were all great kids--enthusiastic, polite, good natured--and model ambassadors for Mexico. In the picture above, Cecilia Garcia (Ceci) is holding the Monterrey, Mexico board that went up on the QML waterfront signpost. She was a student in my Grade Five class in 1997-98 and was the only girl in that first group of campers. It was like she had 15 brothers for the two weeks of Co-ed 1 & 2--they gave her a lot of brotherly grief, but also a lot of consideration and affection.

Ricardo Patricio Garcia (Rico Pato) was in that first group, too. He's in the front row holding the Canadian flag. Rico and his brother Max came to QML as campers for the next seven years from Bears to Wolves and continued as CIT's, Counsellors and Program Staff. They both attended Queen's University, Kingston and now live and work in Toronto. Sharon and I are compadres (lifelong friends) with their parents, Ricardo and Veronica, and the boys are part of our Canadian family.

I remember taking the campers to Belleville Mall for the break between Co-ed 1 & 2. We stopped in Ivanhoe for ice cream cones, the boys bought Super Soakers at Toys R Us, we ate at the food court and spent the afternoon in cool air conditioning watching a movie.

On the evening of final Vespers in Co-ed 2, I went to the Bears room in the Lodge to help the youngest boys get packed for the return trip to Monterrey and discovered that three quarters of their clothes remained in pristine condition. Their mothers had carefully packed and labeled clear plastic bags with a full set of clothes--socks, t-shirt, shorts, underwear--for each day, but the boys had clearly only worn their bathing suits and two or three t-shirts for most of the two weeks. We quickly opened the bags, poured their clothes into piles on the floor and messed them up enough to look like they had been worn. I don't know if we fooled their mothers with the clothes, but for nine more summers there were always Mexican campers at Camp Quin-Mo-Lac.

Faye Jose deserves the credit for the longevity of this special part of QML history. Faye became the contact on this end in the third year. She met the campers at the airport, stayed a few nights with them at Camp, took them to Belleville for the break, washed their laundry and made sure they safely met their flights home for eight summers.

Many of you reading right now hold your own memories of Mexican Invasion. For 10 summers, a trip north to camp was a highlight for these campers and for everyone at QML.

In 2003, Peter Vooys and Scott Graham were rarely seen without a guitar or banjo in hand. They were on program and eager to jam with any and all of the talented musicians on staff. The music they produced was tight, and they knew it would be special for the campers to see their leaders collaborating as ‘bands’. So they created, the Jambaroo!

The Jambaroo events were Scott and Pete’s first outdoor concert experiences at the Craft Hut (now the pool house) and Staff Memorial. There were hosts, backstage areas for the performers, sound systems and spot lighting. They were so much fun to produce, that they decided to do a big one for the end of camp... Lakestock!

For Lakestock, everything would be bigger. An announcement was made at a clearing meeting to bring a white tee-shirt and $7 to get an iron-on transfer Lakestock tee. The deck at Sinclair Lodge was newly built and it would be the ideal stage. A house band was put together to start and end the show. Our Chaplain, Larry Turner, was a huge influence and was responsible for “Hey Jude” as the perfect closing song.

Everything was ready to go when, at 4:00 on August 14, the Northeast blackout struck and we were among 55 million people left without power. The show went on however, and it turned out to be the best way to spend an outage.

Since then, Lakestock moved to the Craft Hut and most recently we celebrated the new Dining Hall deck by moving the event there. It has become a 2 hour variety show of music, dances and skits, produced by the Music Director and hosted by the Assistant Directors. Themes over the years have been: Dreamscape, Under the Sea, On the Moon and Time Travel. The Polar Bear sweaters are revealed and distributed to the staff at intermission and the camp music collective, ‘The Rolling Thunder Review’, will still sometimes close out the evening with Hey Jude.

Our annual Lakestock event is an incredible way to conclude a QML summer. It’s one last challenge to pull off with the staff, and always a dazzling performance to remember. Pete and Scott have returned over the last 17 years to see how their concert has evolved, and the performance excitement remains the same!

Submitted by Grace McKinney

Occasionally, we stumble into a space with vibrations perfectly matched to the resonant frequency of our spirit. And just like that, we are at home. For some, this may be in the garden. For others, perhaps a room full of books, or with a musical instrument in hand. For me, one such place is the Quin-Mo-Lac kitchen. As luck would have it, I was assigned a week of kitchen duty as a volunteer counsellor, and from the moment I peeled my first potato, my spirit started to hum. Flashing forward through four subsequent years as kitchen staff, that hum only increased in volume and has now become a familiar tune. No longer working in the QML kitchen, I often find myself humming this tune, homesick for the kitchen and for that special space (in these moments I usually bake a batch of camp mac and cheese).

Summers in the kitchen pass a little differently. Kitchen staff aren’t always able to participate in camp programming or interact with campers, so for us, the beauty of QML is revealed in different ways. Like through the invaluable guidance of Rosanne White, or the frenzy of weekly food orders (indicated by the foreboding rumble of the delivery truck down the camp hill). Through the chaos of meal times, when the swinging of the In and Out doors let in the happy chatter of campers and staff, or during Tuck, one of the rare occasions when campers come into the kitchen. These uniquely special moments afforded to us in the kitchen pieced together into our summers; summers that for me, were my most meaningful months at Quin-Mo-Lac.

Out of all these special moments, my favourite was the weekly muffin meal. Muffins required an early rise, a quick mixing of the batter, and the baking of dozens and dozens of delicious oatmeal chocolate chip muffins. I loved every second of it. My alarm would have me up before the sun. Half asleep, I would stumble over tree roots to the dining hall (occasionally startling a raccoon or two), up the stairs of the Bat Cave, and into the warm, quiet air of the kitchen. In between batches of muffins, I would watch the sunrise over Moira Lake and count geese grazing in the playing field. Sometimes, if I was lucky, I would spot a deer peeking out of the trees, or a porcupine lumbering toward the gazebo. The aroma of fresh-baked muffins would waft lazily down cabin path and soon I would see the shuffle of campers on their way to Polar Dip. On these early mornings I would watch camp come to life from the kitchen windows, peaceful and slow.

Summers at Quin-Mo-Lac pass by in a flash. Always caught up in a moment, there are rarely times to pause and just live. Muffin meal afforded me one of the precious opportunities to stand still, look around, and see camp for how precious a place it truly is.

In June of 2020, after cancelling our 70th Anniversary celebrations, the Alumni decided to hold an online Art Auction for our supporters. With so many talented artists who have been to camp, we were lucky enough to have 13 submissions for our event. Gathering together on Zoom, and facilitated by the auctioneering services of Wendell White, the sale managed to bring together households from across the generations and the map. A special thank you is extended to the artists who contributed works to this event: Bill Chambers, Don Genge, Brian Hoad, Elaine Kellogg, Leah Patterson and Peter Rice. Their artwork is stunning and we encourage everyone to check out their websites.

We have heard your requests for more activities like this, and we are pleased to announce that the Alumni committee will be hosting a second Alumni Auction. This time, we want to give everyone a chance to contribute to the event. Maybe you are an artist or a songbird. Perhaps you have a different skill or handiwork to offer. Any experiences that can be “packaged and sold” to help raise money for camp are welcome. If you have a suggestion or would like to contribute to the auction, please get in touch with Bev Gough (bevgough60@gmail.com ).

The Alumni Auction will be held on the afternoon of May 30th at 4:00 pm. Stay tuned to our website and social media for further updates and for the link to our online event. To get your creative juices flowing, here are some of the items that have already been submitted...

The QML Playing Field tree line has changed since you saw it last. This year we made the decision to bring down our tipi and totem pole for a variety of reasons.

The Quinte area is the traditional territory of the Anishnabek, Huron-Wendat, Haudenosaunee (Iroquois). This territory is covered by the Williams and Upper Canada Treaties. The first inhabitants called Moira Lake Chuncall, Sagonaska and Hog Lake. It was the land of the Mississauga Ojibway people for centuries, until the Mohawk and Iroquois Confederacy arrived to compete for furs that the Europeans demanded. The fur trade caused brutal conflicts between native people on our shores.

Over the years there have been a few totem poles in camp. In 1969, campers and staff of the Intermediate Boys camp erected “Big Daddy” at a site near the lake. In the summer of 1970, Big Mama was placed at the bottom of the hill to greet arriving campers. A group of Intermediate boys also carved and erected a totem pole at Zufelt Lodge to mark the 25th Anniversary celebrations. That totem pole was rescued from the elements and moved into the Dining Hall a number of years ago.

In 1986, when the theme for the summer was “Who Is My Neighbour?”, the Council Fire, Tipi and Sahgeewa (totem pole) were placed on the playing field. That summer’s program was meant to encourage an understanding of Indigenous people and a number of special visitors were brought in to teach the campers and staff about native culture. While each of these symbols were considered teaching tools to draw attention to the history of our land, we feel there are better ways to do that now with more authenticity.

While we honour the stories of Quin-Mo-Lac’s 70 years, we also look forward to the opportunity to model the spirit of reconciliation with our young people. We are excited to find new ways to keep kids in the shade while we replace the tipi, and when everyone returns to camp, there will be a land acknowledgment plaque in place of the totem pole.

Calling All Alumni

Over the years, there have been many attempts to pull together a comprehensive list of Quin-Mo-Lac’s Alumni. This past summer, with overnight camps shut down, we decided to turn our attention to this long time goal.

To begin the process, we assembled a list of names of former staff or volunteers. Although, complete staff lists are available from 1982 through to present day, prior to that time, we have relied on archive photographs, unlabeled slides and fuzzy memories.

At this time, QML’s Most Wanted List has over 1,800 names on it and if you’ve ever worked or volunteered at camp, you’re probably one of them. The best way to get yourself off this list is to follow this link to the Alumni page of the camp website and complete the Alumni Survey (http://quin-mo-lac.org/alumni-supporters ). We’re collecting contact and other information in order to stay in touch with those who have touched camp, making QML what it is today. Everyone who completes and submits a survey before April 15, 2021 will be entered into a draw to win an exclusive, 2020 staff blanket featuring one of our very own, Moira Lake sunsets!

Please don’t assume that we know how to reach you. Most of you will have moved a few times since your camping days and some of you may have even changed your name. We are looking forward to hearing from everyone.

Erla Jose (left), Jennifer Cole, Carrie Thompson and Mary Gilchrist (right), were all in attendance at camp’s annual general meeting held at St. Paul’s United Church in Stirling, ON on April 6, 2019. These 4 individuals represent 37 years of QML treasurers – that’s 37 budgets, 37 financial audits, 444 monthly financial statements, and over 50,000 general ledger entries checked and reconciled over the years! Go figure!

Camp Treasurers

Lloyd Shorten 1947 – 1948

William Weir 1949 – 1950

Don Williams 1950 – 1953

Don Leslie 1953 – 1959

Cecil Brown 1960 – 1966

Francis Jose 1967 – 1969

Ken Symons 1970 – 1980

Grant Harrison 1981 – 1984

Erla Jose 1985 – 1989

Mary Gilchrist 1989 – 2004

Jennifer Cole 2004 – 2017

Carrie Thompson 2017 - present

After the challenges that 2020 and the Corona virus brought us, the Alumni Committee are pleased to bring some great news. The Magic Penny Fundraising Challenge has raised over $95,000.00. With the help of the alumni, our camper families and church groups we have raised enough money to offset the loss of our 2020 season. When camp resumes, please be sure to check out the plaque in the dining hall, that recognizes our top fundraisers and fundraising teams. Great work everyone and thank you for helping to keep Quin-Mo-Lac viable for future campers!