Everyone has a place they go to find themselves. My place is a campground that I have been going to for about 45 years. I’m not going to tell you where it is, because I really don’t want more people to show up. It’s not very big, or well known, but it’s nestled in the woods along a river. We have no electricity, water, or sewer… but access to dozens of great single-track motorcycle trails. My dad took us there when I was just a kid, back in the 60′s and 70′s, and I have been taking my family there since my kids born. This campground has been a part of our family for so long, that I know the area better than my own backyard. My kids learned how to ride there and I have told dozens of ghost stories around the campfire. Over the years we have made a lot of friends riding, and at times we have had up to 25 people in our group riding the trails. Camping isn’t just about getting outdoors, it’s also about reconnecting with real people. Social media may be all the rage but I will take a face-to-face conversation over that any day.
