Camp Pagweak · Pugwash NS · Sept 3–6 2026
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Meals are the spine. Breakfast 8:30, lunch 12:30, supper 6:00, every single day, no exceptions. Everything between them can move and probably will.
Nobody is checking. But the people who commit have visibly more fun, every time.
Wings, moss, glitter, antlers, flower crowns, anything that looks like it crawled out of an enchanted wood. Green and gold and a bit feral.
Pyjamas, robes, slippers, a sleeping bag dragged to the supper table. Face masks, scrunchies, a stuffed animal with a name. Full 1998 energy.
Whatever era raised you. The band shirt, the varsity jacket, the thing you wore constantly at fifteen. This is the day the group photos happen.
Take one, leave one. It runs all weekend on the table by the lodge door.
Bring a handful of small things worth rehoming. Charms, patches, stickers, a good rock, a paperback you have finished with, earrings, a keychain, something you made. Nothing needs to be new and nothing needs to be worth anything.
The only rule is that you leave something when you take something, and the last big round happens Saturday at 5.
Pugwash harbour, station 01775. Low water is when the flats open up and the starfish are findable, and it is late morning all weekend.
loading tides…
Camp Pagweak, 9395 Highway 6, Pugwash, Nova Scotia. Check in from 3pm Thursday, and later is genuinely fine.
Head south on the Trans-Canada toward Aulac and cross into Nova Scotia. Stay on Highway 104 to Amherst, then pick up Highway 6, the Sunrise Trail, and follow it east along the shore through Northport and Port Howe. Camp is on Highway 6 just outside Pugwash. Roughly 165 km.
Highway 104 west to the Oxford exit, then north on Highway 321 to Pugwash, and a short hop onto Highway 6. Roughly 85 km, and much prettier than it has any right to be.
Cell service is patchy along the Sunrise Trail and thin at camp. Screenshot this page or download the map before you leave.
Fill up in Amherst or Oxford. Pugwash is small and the last stretch has nothing.
Deer at dusk are real, especially on Highway 6 through the woods. Ease off after sundown.
Do the last groceries at home. The village store is lovely and expensive.
Pugwash puts its street signs in Gaelic, sits on a working salt mine that runs out under the harbour, and hosted the 1957 conference at Thinkers' Lodge that later took a Nobel Peace Prize. The Northumberland Strait is also the warmest saltwater on this side of the continent, which you will not believe until you get in.
Tap to tick things off. It saves on your phone.
If you need something, one of these people has it or knows where it is.
Sober, smoke free, vape free. All of it is camp policy, not just ours, and it covers the whole property.
The deep woods are out of bounds unless camp staff take you there. Ticks and getting lost, mostly.
Ivy is the only dog and she is not allowed in the lodge or anywhere food is served. She is twelve and she knows.
Leave the rocks and branches where they are, and put camp equipment back where you found it.
No lifeguard on the waterfront. Swim at your own risk and not alone.
Sunday cleanup takes everyone. An hour, all hands, and we leave it better than we found it.
Text beats email all weekend. Andie will have her phone on her.