Adventures at Rocky Mountain Boys’ Camp

THE DOG DAYS OF SUMMER — The Rocky Mountain Boys’ Camp, which was located where Timber Ridge is now, ran during the summer months from 1954 to 1974. Pictured, opposite page, from left to right: Hugh Venables, Chuck Young, Ted Zinkan Jr., Bruce Stubbs, John Duthie, Peter McClaws, Jay McDonald, Jamie Disher, Bob Anderson, Frank Leighton, and Paul Wilson at camp in 1960. Photo by Betti Zinkan, wife of Ted Zinkan
Special to The Pioneer
By Bob Anderson of Windermere
Years ago, dozens of boys spent their summers at a month-long summer camp that was perched overlooking the waters of Lake Windermere. The boys learned life skills like how to canoe, ride horses, and shoot rifles. On sunny days, boys lined the beach, churning up the water with swimming and sailing competitions, and when it was raining, the campers would huddle around the woodworking shop, building canoe paddles and other creations.
Rocky Mountain Boys’ Camp was owned and operated by Ted and Betti Zinkan. It ran from 1954 to 1974 and was located on Lake Windermere, where Timber Ridge now is. In those days, that area was much more open than it is now, with just a few trees scattered here and there. Beautiful views up and down the valley could be seen from anywhere on the property.
They boys who went to camp were aged 8 to 16. The camp had about 100 boys each month, who would stay for the entire month of either July or August. A few stayed for two months. They boys were organized into groups of 10 to a cabin, with two counsellors in each cabin. Camp participants came from Calgary, Edmonton, Vancouver, Toronto, Montreal, Seattle, and Spokane. A small number even came from countries like Japan, Mexico, Germany, and England.
My dad, Dix Anderson, worked at the camp for all of the 20 years it operated. He ran the horseback riding and mountain pack trips. Fred Hunt worked at the camp for many years helping dad with the horseback riding, and Margy Brown from Edgewater also worked for the Zinkans.
The Zinkan children, Vicky, Gaither, Ted Jr., and Gretchen all worked at the camp over the years, and Gaither and Ted Jr. were a great help to their dad in running the camp.

Bob’s father, Dix Anderson, leads a group of campers in a pack train during a horseback trip in the mountains during 1959. Dix owned the horses that were used for the pack trips, and he introduced Bob to summers at the camp. Photo by Betti Zinkan, wife of Ted Zinkan
I went to Boys’ Camp from 1960 to 1964 and then worked there from 1966 to 1974. The staff would number about 30 people, give or take, depending on how many boys were there. Counsellors came from universities right across Canada. I remember quite a number coming from Maritime universities like Dalhousie. Ted Chamberlain, who was at Boys Camp for many years, was a Rhodes Scholar at Oxford University.
The activities at the camp were numerous. We went horseback riding for up to a week at a time, canoed, swam, water-skied, and sailed on the lake, and practised riflery and archery. We also took part in workshop, where everyone built a canoe paddle to take home with them. There were all sorts of other sporting activities like football, table tennis, and a camp favourite game we called “beanball.” Beanball was sort of like tetherball but with a small rubber ball hit with wooden bats. There were at least 10 beanball poles at camp. This camp was not a “specialty camp”; it was an old-fashioned summer camp with lots of activities.
Flag raising: Mornings would begin with everyone gathered out at a point of land high above the lake for the raising of the Canadian flag and the singing of O Canada. Activities for each group for the day would also be announced. Then, everyone would filter into the dining room where we sang grace before every meal. We recited either ‘Johnny Appleseed’ or ‘We Thank Thee Father’ and one other I can’t remember.
Mr. Anderson Sir: Some of the boys would call my dad “Mr. Anderson Sir.” They were usually boys who went to private schools and were used to addressing their teachers in a very formal way. Since dad was quite a bit older than most of the people working at the camp, they thought they had to address him that way too. Anyway, dad got a kick out of it. Ted Zinkan and Fred Hunt would then call Dad “Mr. Anderson Sir” as well.
Galloping Goose: The Galloping Goose was a barge built by Ted and powered by an outboard motor. It was for the youngest groups to take on an overnight trip down the lake where they camped on the shore at the south end.
Mountain trips and canoe trips: Camp participants were often taken into the mountains with horses. These trips would be five or six days at a time, and would travel into areas like Mt. Assiniboine, Lake of the Hanging Glacier, and Pedley Pass, before the road went so far.
Later in the month, we would take a canoe trip down Lake Windermere, and paddle the Columbia River upstream, sometimes getting out and dragging the canoes. We would go to Columbia Lake, across, portage into the Kootenay River at Canal Flats, and then go down the Kootenay River into Montana. A truck would drive down to bring the group back. This was about a five day trip.
The train: The boys who came from Vancouver would come up on the train. I remember one year, dad had to go to Vancouver to supervise the train trip up. At one point when the train was at full speed, one of the boys pulled the emergency cord, just to see what would happen. Well, the train came to a screeching halt. The CPR conductors were not happy, to say the least!
Phones: The camp had its own phone system, which was set up by Ted. The phones were old-fashioned crank phones and were set up in different places througout the camp.
Haircuts: In the early days, dad was the camp barber, but when The Beatles came along, his haircutting days at Boys’ Camp were over (he still cut my hair, though).
The Infirmary: There was a camp nurse and infirmary for boys who were sick or injured. I think boys would sometimes fake being sick just to be around the nurse, who was always very pretty and nice.
Letters home: Every Sunday a full turkey dinner was served (all the meals in the dining room were fantastic!), but to get a turkey dinner, each boy had to have a letter ready to be sent home. There was a lot of letter writing on Sundays.
Ice: Ted was one of the last people to cut blocks of ice out of the lake in the winter for use in the summer. The ice was stored in a shed and covered with sawdust. It was used in the kitchen and drinking fountains around the camp.
Ted the builder: It seemed like Ted built almost everything himself. The sail boats, the row boats, the cabins the boys stayed in, the “Galloping Goose”, and a whole bunch of other stuff. What a worker!
Mrs. Zinkan: Mrs. Betti Zinkan was not seen too much and stayed in the background, but she was a key person in making everything run smoothly. Ted always said the camp couldn’t have been run without her. She was also a wonderful photographer.
Prize Giving: A regatta was held on the last day of each month. The regatta included swimming races, canoe races, and sailing races, among other things. On the last evening of each month, “Prize Giving” was held to hand out ribbons and trophies. Each boy was presented with a wooden shield made by Ted, which was sort of a report card on each activity.
And then, the summer was over, and it was time to say goodbye to the Rocky Mountain Boys’ Camp.
Ted and Betti Zinkan worked very hard to make the camp one of the best summer camps in the world. Thanks to my mom and dad and the Zinkans, I got to experience the Boys’ Camp. I was very lucky.



Thanks for the memories. It was nice to see that the camp and Mom and Dad are still remembered. RMBC was a great place to grow up and learn many wonderful things. Thanks for writing the artical.
Vici Zinkan Davidson
Hello Vici,
I am researching my Meldrum ancestry and the name Gentles appears. Whilst researching I stumbled on information that your branch of the family moved west. I have quite a bit of information and would love to touch base with you. my best, Carolyn
I attended RMBC for 3 consecutive years, from either 1969 or ’70 to 1972 or ’73 (not quite sure of my dates). I have very fond memories of those times – too many to list, now that I think about it. RMBC was a terrific place to spend a summer month – looking back, it seems like a sort of paradise. The variety of activities made available to the kids was so broad – horse riding, camping, hiking, canoeing, water-skiing, crafts, woodworking, swimming, water-polo, archery and archery golf, riflery (using old bolt-action Lee Enfield 22s), and so on. Everybody was encouraged to do their best and enjoy themselves. I remember ghost stories expertly told by Gaither Zinkan, thrilling games of Capture the Flag (all able campers would play, running around like spies in enemy territory over the course of an evening in the wooded area to the south of the RMBC property), weekly nights of hot dogs, skits and singing down on the lakeside field by the beach, hiking up Mt. Swansea, paddling against the wind down Lake Windermere, singing Johnny Appleseed in the dining hall, visiting the tuck shop (hoping for mail and care packages from home), spectacular sunsets over Lake Windermere after dinner.
The Zinkans ran a great camp.
Everybody should have their own RMBC to think back on. Thanks for this article.
I was a ‘camper’ at RMBC for three years, the final one being 1960 when I was in the senior cabin, Cabin 6. Among other activities, a ‘pack trip’ on horseback in the mountains for 7 days; a canoe trip from the camp to Bonners Ferry Idaho. What a wonderful experience for a teenage boy! The Zinkans and staff were sensational as was the camp, in general. My heartfelt best wishes to all the Zinkans.
Seven years as a camper and counselor. Life lessons learned that stay with me today. All three brothers at one time on the banks of the lake and the rivers. From Windermere to the Kootenay to the Arrow lakes all the way to Idaho and Montana. I used Mrs. Zinkans’s darkroom beside the ice house to develop my first black and white photos. Hitchhiking to Banff with Teddy on our day off. Sleeping beside the river in Banff to be awakened by a moose trying to get his head in to my sleeping bag. Skiing in Panorama basin. Billy DuBois and a badger. The Chief, Mr Zinkan, always said that we had to come out of the mountains cleaner than we went in. Life long friends. The sound of winds in the pines, the sun setting over the mountains, the hoo-doos, spear grass, surfing the sand dunes and meeting John Diefenbaker at the summer games in Invermere. learning to scuba dive and then teaching scuba diving to campers. the long walk to feed slops to the pigs. Kitchen patrol. Snow on the mountains in August. Cutting wood for the winter, slaughtering the hogs. The Chief always did it alone. we listened but never watched. It may have looked like an ashtray to a young boy in the truck but that’s where he kept the ammunition. The Perseid meteror shower in August and the northern lights. the memories flood back. Reading “The Hobbit” to the youngest campers to get them to sleep at night. And perhaps we share these lessons with our own children. The good we do outlives us. The Chief and Mrs Zinkan would be happy to know the profound effect they had on a great group of young men. Singing “O Canada” each morning as we raised the flag. An itinerant preacher who gave a sermon I still quote about cotton wood tress that rot from the inside out just like some people. Ramblings late at night wondering where childhood went.
Chug-a-wham…!