Our story

My resume is my family.

A fishcamp built by hand, by people who kept showing up, and run, from the start, on love.

Back in 1988

It started with two father-and-son teams and a couple of tents.

In 1988, we launched our first Fishcamp with eight men, and WOW, what a summer. A fire pit, a borrowed idea, and the conviction that Alaska does something to a person. A local pastor spoke around the fire. Dinner was cooked over open flame. That was the whole operation.

Nowadays, that camp is a riverfront lodge perched on the Ninilchik River, raised log by log. It took a village: countless volunteers, donations, labor, and a lot of prayer. The deck, the hot tub, the rooms with flannel sheets and a mint on the pillow, all of it built by hand, for guests we hadn't met yet.

Almost forty years later, more than 2,500 guests have come through. And a seat by the fire is still waiting for you.

Grandma Knepper, the heart of the Fishcamp, with a guest at camp

In loving memory

The heart of the Fishcamp.

For as long as anyone can remember, Grandma Knepper was the soul of this place. She was the one who tucked a little scripture into the lunch boxes and sent a birthday card whether you'd asked for one or not. She made strangers feel like family before they'd set down their bags.

We lost her, and there's no replacing her. What we can do is keep her ways, the small kindnesses, the open table, the sense that you were expected and you were loved. Each summer, the grandmas who adopt our guests carry that spirit forward. It isn't the same. But it's hers, and it's still here.

Come in a friend of the family, leave as one.

However you found us, whoever you are, the table is open.

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