If anyone had told us in September, what the spring would look like at Tawingo College, we would not have believed them.

The final days of the school year at Tawingo College are typically magical: lots of time spent outside roaming the trails, playing at the waterfront and Birch Beach, picnic lunches, BBQs, bike riding, school wide games, garden work, puddle jumping, canoeing and kayaking, critter and animal sightings, end of year trips, etc. We are so sad that we were not able to participate in these things, together, this year. These are unprecedented times, indeed.

This is not the way we imagined the school year ending. It is not the way we wanted the school year to end. It is not the way we wanted Tawingo College to end.

The harsh reality…our harsh reality…is that losing a summer at Camp Tawingo makes it impossible for us to sustain the school. The current health crisis has forced us to close the doors of our beloved “little school by the lake”.

If anyone had warned us, 24 years ago, that Tawingo College would close because of a global pandemic, we would not have believed them. And it would not have stopped us, either. We feel so blessed to have had the privilege to spend our days with such beautiful children, build community with so many loving and supportive families, and work alongside the best teachers anywhere in the world. We feel so blessed…and grateful…and we are heartbroken to see it end.

Our focus now is Summer Camp, 2021 – our new 60th summer. The gates to Camp Tawingo are open and we hope our College families will walk, run, ride, drive through them to visit often.