A couple of weeks ago I noticed the AZT went within a couple of hundred yards of one of our favorite camping spots. We camped there once a year for ten years, so safe to say we have hundreds of hours spent at our little slice of heaven. We last camped there in 95 and shortly there after the meadow was closed off. In all the times we were there we never saw anybody come back to where we were and every year when we came back our fire pit was just as we left it. Nobody ever camped at our place. We watched our son Mike grow through four bikes and each time roam farther from camp. At the north of the meadow was a super highway game trail which we would use to climb Mormon Mountain. The first time we climbed it we were a bit surprised to find a road up there and towers.
Many great memories there with the three of us and our hiking and camping dog of eighteen years, Beamer. One memorable time was the trip we called camping with Danny. In May of 1992 Danny Ray Horning escaped from prison and it was thought that he was in the area. We joked with our son that we would set an extra place at the table for him. When we returned home it was reported in the news that he was in a cabin not far from us.
It's so cool in this day and age that we can go back to find our camp site was just as we left it in 1995. So many places have been overused or worse burned in a forest fire. This was a day Deb and I have been looking forward to for years.