There's a campground but there's no water so why go there? We found a spot where the road descends into a ravine and, as you come up the other side, you have to lean waaaaaayyy over in order to get around the gully the rains have cut. Nothing longer than a pickup gets in, or out, alive. Between the fierceness of the approach and the fact that it's a little off the beaten path means there's rarely more than two passersby in the course of a day.
The flag helps hold the spot when we're away.
Smith enjoys summiting the oaks and having some decent rock(s) to hone her sabers on. Here she shows off her au-naturale camo ensemble.
She was still a kitten at the time of our last visit. She'd grokked the need to do our best to live off the land so I was pleased when she strode into camp mit ein fine Trophy Vole. This time she brought down a full-sized mouse. Aye, it'll not be long afore we'll need buy nought but gin 'n' vermouth.