Summer Camp Riddles with Answers

I crackle in the night, roasting marshmallows to gooey gold. What am I?

I glide across the lake with paddles in sync, carrying friendships from dock to cove. What am I?

I’m the bunk buddy waiting on your pillow—stuffed with secrets and autograph signatures. What am I?

I’m the bracelet knotted from strings of color, traded after closing campfire songs. What am I?

I’m the bugle call that wakes sleepy campers at dawn. What am I?

I’m the scoreboard chalked on tree stumps, keeping score of capture-the-flag legend. What am I?

I’m the canoe partner with whiskers and whiskers—guardian of the dock. What am I?

I’m the bunk trunk stuffed with letters, Polaroids, and goofy costumes. What am I?

I’m the field day treat of shaved ice and syrup, painting tongues bright blue. What am I?

I’m the nighttime chorus of croaks and chirps that lulls counselors to sleep. What am I?

I’m the trail marker of stacked rocks guiding hikers to waterfall secrets. What am I?

I’m the talent show finale where everyone sings arm in arm. What am I?

I’m the rain-plan shelter with craft bins, board games, and counselor skits. What am I?

I’m the glow that dances in jars once stars appear. What am I?

I’m the goodbye circle promise: same lake, same week, see you next summer. What am I?