Camp Kateri Tekakwitha

Future Missionary            

You have been called to join the Blackrobe
and his white-robed assistants at the Kateri Mission where the North American
Wilderness blends with the New Zealand landscape.  It is the year of our Lord 1635 and barbarism
still reigns
…. “

invitation to the campers in the flyer for New Zealand’s Camp Kateri Tekakwitha
was but the introduction to the life in the wilderness of the American
Missionaries into which the camp endeavoured to plunge girls for seven days.

girls were to set out upon a grand adventure, covering nearly the length of the
North Island -1,782 kilometres 
traveled to be exact – though this is not counting the numerous times the campers got lost and the ever increasing number
of U-turns
The Actual Locations For Our Camp

The Camp’s Mission Statement:

help our girls and young women to develop steadfastness of faith 

and purity of life with missionary zeal to extend the Kingdom of Christ.”

In order to do this, the camp took as its
three-fold patrons St Kateri Tekakwitha, Father de Smet, and the eight Jesuit
proto-martyrs of North America.  Based
upon the lives of these heroic models, the camp determined to give the girls a
taste of what life would have been like in the 17th – 19th
centuries, where the American Indians were still being converted by courageous
souls. Of course, Our Lady was not left out, and since two of her feasts fell
during the camp, it was providential that Our Lady of the Immaculate Conception and
Our Lady of Guadalupe would be the object of camps’ two-fold Marian  devotion.

teaching them (the Indians), remember that we have two powerful weapons.  One is God’s grace.  The other is the example we set. We can teach
the Indians kindness only by being kind. We can teach them goodness only by
being good ourselves. We can teach them love only by loving them…”
  – St John Brébeuf

The campers were divided into four tribes,
all of which had connection with the camp patrons – the Hurons, the Mohawks,
the Algonquins and the Flatheads. 
(Father and Sisters did not ‘join’ any one tribe, but rather worked with
all four equally.) The tribes worked together, under their generous ‘squaw’ helpers, to gain competitive points on a variety of
levels throughout the camp.  Additionally, at the end of the camp, each of the campers received a certificate awarding them “Most ______ Indian Maiden” with a descriptive adjective based upon their spirits and involvement during the camp.

The Four Tribes: Mohawks, Algonquins, Flatheads and Hurons
The campers learned American Indian sign
language in their respective ‘ships’ (sailing as the true missionaries would
have across the ocean – except for our missionaries, the ships were vans
travelling across the NZ landscape…). 
The first stop was a horse trek through the wilderness – something that
really got the campers into the feel of the theme of the camp.  Each girl rode her own horse up and down
steep inclines and through the backwoods.  

Various Camp Adventures

the weary campers arrived the first night in Auckland, they were given the
once-in-a-lifetime chance to spend the night camping out in the soon to be
parish Church.  It was not yet in use and
so provided a dry place for the missionaries to sleep.  On the Feast of the Immaculate Conception, the
missionaries/Indian tribes trekked to the top of the Island in search of the
resting place of Bishop Pompallier.  He
was a French missionary to NZ and was NZ’s first bishop.  

After a long drive and many U-turns, the
girls finally reached their destination and were greatly rewarded with being
able to pray before the holy Bishop’s remains as well as touch their rosaries
to his coffin. His remains are brought out for veneration only four times a
year and we were blessed to be able to visit on one of these days. (Unfortunately, pictures were not allowed of girls in front of the Bishop’s remains, but we took
one outside instead.)

Tribes working on their Indian crafts, a photo of statues of the camp’s patrons
and a view of a once-in-a-lifetime overnight stay in a church.

trekking through the Northern wilderness, with an overnight stop at a
charitable parishioner’s house, the camp finally made its way to the official campsite
in Thames in the scenic Coromandal region.
Large tents were erected for each tribe and the campers were ready with
a smile to brave the elements.

Scenes from the campsite, including the makeshift chapel and dining hall.


An Unforgettable Hike

The next day was the ‘big hike’
  The Pinnacles is a famous hike in
the North Island and was well worth the toil and sweat to reach the top.
  As the New
Zealand Tramper
aptly remarks: “ The
Pinnacles Track follows the old pack horse trails… over the river and up the
valley to the Pinnacles hut… The track was used in the good old days to bring
supplies up to the millers and tree fellers, who cleared out hundreds of acres
of kauri trees in the valleys. In the late 1990’s, the track (which had become
a bit scungy) was upgraded, and rebuilt, close to what it looked like
at the start of the century. The result is spectacular . . .  stone
steps {
big enough for giants’ legs}, wide
enough for packhorses, dominate most of the track, crossing the
river three times as it rises steeply to logging camp at the
‘near’ top. I warn you now – the stone stairs are great to look at but hard on
the legs…
the first swing-bridge, the stone stairs come into play – it will
take 1–1½ hrs to leave them and get to the logging camp. It’s not all
stairs, but they are what you’ll remember most….
Once at the hut {at the top}, you can leave
your pack and climb the Pinnacles proper.

“Forward March!” – Blackrobe                                         Some Relaxing moments on the way up the mountain

not dangerous, it isn’t for the faint hearted. It’ll only take 45 minutes to
get to the top, but you go up some steep rock faces, and several ladders before
negotiating a large boulder, to get to the narrow ledge at the top. From the
top, you can see both sides of the Coromandel – Tairua / Pauanui on one side,
The firth of Thames and Hauraki Plains on the other. The view is breathtaking…”

All the campers made it to the hut (some quicker
than others), most continued on to the top of the Pinnacles and were well
rewarded with the spectacular views.  The
long hike up and then down again, through all sorts of terrain, gave the girls
a good idea what it would have been like for the missionaries in the untamed
American wilderness.  Indeed, all agreed
that this 
not a ‘boring’ hike. 

at the campsite, the next day signaled the start of activities closer to home.

and target shooting reminded the girls about the ‘Wild West’ and kayaking and
canoeing gave them a true taste of what travelling would have been like for the
early missionaries navigating down the St Lawrence River in Canada. It was made even more like North America when the girls had to climb out of their kayaks and drag them along at different stretches of shallow water in the river, making them reminisce about the missionaries having to carry or drag their boats for miles on end in between long sessions of boating down the river. Our girls, at least, did not have to worry about enemy tribes ambushing them from the surrounding forests.

 Campfires, swimming, orienteering, Native
American songs and crafts were but a part of the camp routine.  Somehow, go-carts were allowed into the theme
one day and so the tribes took turns seeing who could race around the track the
fastest.  Our Black Robe sped around with the fastest record, which all the girls then attempted to match or outdo.

Each morning was begun with the Holy
Sacrifice of the Mass, where Father preached a sermon upon the virtue or patron
of the day.  After being spiritually
refreshed, the campers ate their breakfasts and headed quickly down to the camp
headquarters, the uniquely-made tepee, for the daily PowWow. 
Here it was that they learned more about the missionaries and Indians
from the talks given by their very own Blackrobe and from these talks were
given the theme of the day.  Each day was
assigned its own theme, its own missionary quote and its own virtue to be practiced. Each evening, for the last talk of the day, the campers all assembled in their home-made Native American costumes, which made the theme of the camp feel all the more real.

The last full day of camp was one
loaded with adventure.  The packed-lunch was
much desired after the campers made their way across beach, rocks, rocks (and
boulders, and more rocks…), forestry trails, until they finally came to New Chums Beach
(voted one of the top ten beaches in the world). 

could not tarry long
, though, as boats were especially booked for the
afternoon.  The girls gleefully held on tight to their boats as they traversed a
 water-tour of Mercury Bay,
Cathedral Cove (made famous through one of the Narnia movies), Cooks Beach,
Shakespeare Cliff, Orua Sea Cave, and the stunning marine reserve in Gemstone

A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words

water was crystal clear, and in the Gemstone Bay, it did actually glitter like gems in the sunlight with a brilliant hue. The fish swam all around as the girls were
given a chance to snorkel around the boats. 
This was a magnificent way to wind up the camp…. But to the girls’
delight, it was not over yet!  

After quite an exhausting day, they returned back to the camp for a relaxing dinner and then prepared themselves for ‘late-night’ which always closes our camps.  After the sun had set, the girls went through an ‘obstacle’ course in the bush, blindfolded, which tested their endurance and courage; this was followed with our Blackrobe good-naturedly joining in to play ‘spotlight’.

The next morning the camp had to be packed up and tribes prepare for the long trek home.  Even this was not without its adventures.  While on the road, one of the tribes composed a song which we include below.

Three Vans (to the air of “We Three Kings”)


three vans from Wanganui
Travelling north as
Over rivers, through the
Following the Blackrobe
Indian maidens that we are
Saving souls from near and
Northward driving, horseback
Bringing the light of faith
Many trials we had to bear
Climbing mountains, sailing
through bays
Chainsaws here and ghosts
that scare
Challenging our resolve


Daughters of the forest free
Getting lost wherever we be
U turns here and u turns
Following google maps

Mohawks kind, Algonquins sweet

Flatheads, Hurons dare to
2013’s Camp Kateri
Never will we forget


We have reached the end of
the road
Some will have much further
to go
Over oceans, through the air
To more distant lands

Camp Kateri Tekakwitha ended as it began, with joyful hearts and good spirits.
Singing rang through the evening air as the vans approached Wanganui at last.  

“Who can tell me what is most pleasing to Jesus that I may do it.” – St Kateri Tekakwitha

2 thoughts on “Camp Kateri Tekakwitha”

  1. Most amazing!!!
    it makes my heart soarto see those have pledged their lives to our Lord mold the future of the Faith with such creativity and vigor!
    Black and White Robes, may God keep you and bless you all of your days!!!

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