he first time Neil Dougherty walked the real estate that would become his family deer camp, he hated it. He was a flatlander, and the steep hills that make up much of what is now Kindred Spirits were unappealing to him in 1990. But his father, Craig, saw promise in the 150-acre property. It was affordable, it was located in a New York county inhabited by deer, and—most important—it was a place to call their own, which had been a dream since his own childhood. Neil didn’t like the camp name Craig cooked up, either. “Kindred Spirits” sounded lame to the teenager, but Craig overruled his son again. It was important to him that the name reflect a sense of community and belonging. “It was lost on me that people of like minds and friendships would want to gather here,” says Neil, now 43.