Anyone go to Camp Deer Lake.

I remember this song:

Atop the high Sierras,
'Neath blue Sierra sky,
Our Camp Deer Lake is calling.
And that's where our Scout heart lies.

Camp Deer Lake is for summer fun.
Camp beneath the summer sun.
And the end of the day comes all too soon.
With campfires 'neath the summer moon.

While gathered 'round the campfire,
As the evening falls.
We'll make a secret promise,
to return when Deer Lake calls