Camp Singley Stories
Direct from the shores of Highland Lake in Washington, NH, here are the more or less totally true stories that make Camp Singley such a lively – and wonderful – place!
Cast Your Nets on the Other Side
“Ain’t no fish in that lake!”
That’s what they said.
We’d just moved into Camp Singley back in 1977 and I was raring to go fishing. But all our new neighbors and even Bud Shaftoe said the same thing.
“Ain’t no fish in that lake!”
I couldn’t understand how that could be true. Highland [READ MORE]
Camp Singley – A Place of Our Own
Sandy’s dad loved fishing. Jim Angell worked for the railroad as a signal maintainer. This work sent him all over the Massachusetts backcountry fixing signal-related problems. Jim kept a fishing rod in the truck at all times, just in case he ran into a stream or pond that needed fishing. [READ MORE]
Camp Singley – Family Ties
Two years before our first summer vacation at Highland Lake our family suffered three great losses. Sandy’s mother and father, Eva and Jim, and my father Martin, all passed away in the space of about a year. Our wonderful parents were like safe harbors in our [READ MORE]
Camp Singley – Humble Beginnings
Nestled among the tall pine trees along the shoreline of Highland Lake in Washington, NH, Camp Singley is the homey little vacation cottage Sandy and I have owned since 1977. Let me tell you the story…
Back in 1976 I was the pastor of a small, struggling Congregational church. [READ MORE]