There was something about pulling into Griffis Fish Camp that immediately made me grip my coffee a little tighter, like we’d stumbled into a place frozen somewhere between forgotten and still quietly functioning. The campground itself felt EXTREMELY rustic and VERY loosely laid out, more like a scattering of spaces than a defined campground, with 4–5 makeshift open-air shelters (honestly, almost shack-like), each with small chimneys that gave the whole place a slightly eerie, backwoods feel. Amenities were minimal (at best) and not particularly family-friendly, with no clear structure or sense of upkeep, and while the boys were initially curious, it didn’t take long before that curiosity turned into a bit of unease. One of the more memorable moments was wandering a bit down the back trails and unexpectedly coming across a few massive black boars, which definitely got our attention and sped up our decision-making process. From what we saw, there really isn’t a 'best campsite' here in the traditional sense, but if you were to stay, choosing a spot closer to the main entrance might feel a bit more comfortable than venturing deeper into 'backyard' the property. In the end, we decided this wasn’t the right fit for our family and packed up to head over to Stephen C. Foster State Park Campground, which offered much cleaner facilities, a more structured layout along with an overall environment that felt far more welcoming and appropriate for families.