Before you arrive at the turnoff to the campground, basically crossing a bridge over Flat Creek, there's a spot where you can see the foundation for an old building, or perhaps bridge.
A private campground. I wish I could have found one as lovely back in the days I was camping for months on end. (Did it twice, once on the road in 75, and once in 79...and fortunately had a camper van for both occasions.)
Half the sites are on the water, and half across the road in trees.
Eternal Spirit -- Earth-Maker,
Pain-bearer, Life-giver; source of all that is and that shall be; Father and
Mother of us all. Loving God, in whom is heaven. The hallowing of your name
echoes through the universe!
The New Zealand Prayer Book
It looks like a lovely and secluded spot!
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ReplyDeleteSo glad to hear from you both, Mona and Vicki. Vicki, I just wanted to tell you a friend wants me to go with her to the Rural Life Museum in Mars Hill. Road trip time!
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