Back in the 1960s and 1970s my brothers and I would go there every summer for two weeks for overnight camp. My mother would spend two weeks being camp nurse and she was a nurse the people who owned the camp where the durkeys who were our pastor and his family. It was the best times of my life. I learned to swim, boat, fish, archery, shooting rifles, how to build fires and cook in coals. Survival, and fellowship with other campers. We would go to the father and son/sons fishing weekend every year. And it was very cool. I had a great time. And the slides. Wow. And the overnight on the island, that was so much fun. I miss it greatly.