The alumni association your camp never had
Your camp's history is in a shoebox.
Decades of photos, trip logs, and stories, scattered across attics and albums and a hundred separate hard drives. Tumblehome gathers them into one place the alumni build together, anchored to the people, places, trips, and traditions they belong to. The archive is the heart of it. The directory, the board, and the reunions grow around it.
The scrapbook
Photos, voices, and stories from every era, gathered and kept by the alumni themselves. Anchored to the people, places, trips, and traditions of the camp. A living archive, built by the people who lived it.
The directory
Look up the people you shared a cabin, a trip, or a waterfront with. Search by era, by year, by program. Everyone's there because they chose to be.
The board
Reunions, paddling weekends, a note from the camp: events and postings from verified camp voices. No algorithm deciding what you see. No ads, ever.
Nearby
Passing through a city? See which camp friends are around and up for a coffee, shared only if and while you want to.
The memory library
It grows one photo at a time.
Scan an old slide with your phone, note who is in it and roughly when, and it takes its place in the camp's scrapbook. Someone else adds the trip it came from. Someone else names the person in the stern. Nobody has to do all of it, which is why it actually gets done. A living archive, built by the people who lived it.
Explore a living example
Step inside a fictional camp.
Camp Pennington doesn't exist. Every person, memory, and post was lovingly invented. But the shape of it does. Wander the directory, page through the scrapbook, read the feed. This is what a quiet, well-tended Tumblehome community looks like from the inside.
The person behind Tumblehome
Built by a camp person, for camp people.
My name is Sam Devine. I've spent the better part of my life around summer camp: camper, staff, and eventually a wilderness guide taking crews down big northern rivers, all the way to Hudson Bay. Camp gave me most of what I know about work, weather, and people, and I've spent twenty years watching those stories scatter: slides in attics, trip logs in a box in the garage, friendships dissolving into a Facebook group nobody loves.
Tumblehome is my answer. A quiet place for a camp community to keep its people and its history together: no algorithm, no ads, nobody selling your alumni to advertisers. I named it for the inward curve of a canoe's hull, the shape that makes a boat both strong and easy to paddle. That's the aim here too.
When I'm not building this, I'm building wanigans, the wooden trip boxes, by hand in my shop. Same instinct, different material: make something sturdy enough to carry what matters.
Sam Devine, founder
For camp directors
Bring Tumblehome to your camp.
Tumblehome gives your alumni a private place to find each other again, and gives the camp a growing archive of its own history at no effort. The alumni build it. We take camps on one at a time, so tell us about yours and we'll write back.
Your name is all that joining shares. Everything else, city, email, years, photo, stays yours until you flip the switch. Like the internet used to feel: a small room, good people, nobody selling the guest list.