I'm not sure how many acres are here at Camp, but I am sure it is close to 900. There a so many trails that have grown over, some that are used daily, and some that are being rediscovered. I went on one of those trails today.
I had a little down time this afternoon and thought I'd go for a walk and take some pictures primarily. I really wanted to go take photos at the steel barn, but as I got close, the antique vehicles were not there. So I decided to keep walking down that familiar path that I took trail rides and hikes down for 20 years.
The same car ruts lined the fences. Pine, oak, maple and dogwood trees kept the path shaded. Grass was growing between the tire marks. Crickets chirped in the woods. And the paths were just the same as when I ventured there over 20 years ago.
I found myself hoofing it and made it to the creek. After looking at my watch, I thought, I have time to get to the chimney. And once I got there, I knew it was less than a 5 minute walk to Flint Rock Hollow. It was stunning. Great trail riding in my youth. Great hiking. Picturesque. Awesome. I am glad I went there. I just lived another Monterey memory.
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