I grew up in th 60's and have very fond memories of Bamber Lake and Camp Colunmbus. Every summer I would vacation on the other side of the lake with my grandparents and once a week we would make our way down the small path, through the honeysuckle. Past the old red bridge and to the camp. There, the boys would put on an Indian camp fire and we would hold our lighted punks (to keep the mosquitos at bay) and listen to ghost stories. It was a real event for us kids! I returned to Bamber Lake a few years ago and found that my grandparents house was torn down an replaced with a contemporary. My father helped build that house in 1955. It was a vacation home for the family before my grandparents moved in after they retired. Many of my relatives lived and grew up there but I found only one cousin who is still there. The old red bridge is gone. The old path is now a wide dirt road. The box turtles, lizards, snapping turtles, frogs, whippoorwills, bob whites are all quiet now. It tore at my heart to see the change. I will always remember Bamber Lake and Camp Columbus as a very important part of my childhood.