For summer camp alumni
Find your camp people again.
Tumblehome is the inward curve of a canoe's hull, the line that draws back toward home. This is where camp friends land later in life: a directory of your camp's alumni, a board for reunions and get-togethers, and a quiet corner of the internet that belongs to your camp.
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 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 memory library
Your camp's history is sitting in shoeboxes.
Decades of photos and stories live in attics and albums, scattered across generations of alumni. Camp never had a good way to gather them. Until now. Scan an old photo with your phone, note who's in it and when it was taken, and it takes its place in your camp's scrapbook: the people, places, trips, and traditions, remembered together. 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
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.
Running a camp? Tumblehome gives your alumni a private place to find each other again, and gives the camp a growing digitized archive of its own history, at no effort. The alumni build it.
Come tumble home. For adults 18+ for now. New camps join one at a time. Ask us about yours.
Also under the Tumblehome roof: Camp Tumblehome and Gear.