We went there at least once a year in my childhood, up until I was about 14. I remember it being a lot of fun. We rode quads, collected obsidian rock (volcanic black glass) and played in the creek, which was so cold because it was a snow runoff, and campfires, tent sleeping, fishing and s’mores. Either way, it was fun…that’s the best word for it.
As much as I long for those days and miss going there, the older I get the LESS outdoorsy I feel. Maybe if I had an RV or, like I did in Yosemite a couple years back, a condo rental. I like to straddle the line between roughing it and comfort. Hike all day and sit ina spa at night, that’s for me!
I really look forward to sharing these places with Jackson as he gets older. Good times.