There used to be a lake, that was an idea our forebears had. Times were good and even more people showed up. Three generations later and the lake is dry, the river over-tapped, and the river recharging system stressed to breaking.

This place is truly sublime; beauty and fright side-by-side.

I spent my first Crimbus (Xmas for any consumers out there and Christmas for all ya ‘livers!) living in a converted bus at this campground. It was perfect.