Falls Creek Baptist Conference Center, also known simply as Falls Creek, is a conference center and youth camp along Falls Creek in the Arbuckle Mountains of Oklahoma. It is the state's oldest church camp and is also the largest youth encampment in the United States. While the center primarily serves members of the Baptist faith, attendees from other denominations use the facility as well. The current director of the encampment is James Swain.
Read more about Falls Creek Baptist Conference Center: History, Falls Creek, Oklahoma
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