At first you think oh no, it’s just a parking lot. You pull into your periphery space because you did reserve, and as you set up, you realize that all in front of your door there is open space. Trees, wild flowers. Maybe the stream.
The other campers come here as often as they can. They have discovered nirvana.
Your day trips can be to the nicest little town with restaurants and shops so you can feel life after covid resuming. They can include fields of wild flowers more than halfway deep to your waist, fields that smell like honey, beside a lake with nobody there.
Visually, steep cliffs and in summer an array of flowers that look like they belong to Van Gogh or Monet.
Transformative. Soul balm.