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campground
1. Arriving at the campground, I wanted to set up the tent immediately while Lena registered with the camp host
2. This peaceful campground had lush grass and free showers, with only two other campers
3. We got to the campground at 4:30 to discover that it might be full
4. There was still a lot of noise in the campground at this hour, but our earplugs filtered it out, and we slept through until 7:30 AM the next morning
5. We had thought we'd had great luck in finding a campground soon after dinner even though none showed on the map
6. But it turned out it was bad luck, because if we hadn't seen the Bully Creek Reservoir site, we would have stopped at a dreary, depressing private campground a few miles further on
7. Well, here's the answer: Because at the dreary campground, there was big lightning strike, right across the road, and we could have had a front-row seat! We stopped here for ice, and the campground owner showed us the tree that had been struck by lightning the night before
8. That night we stayed at the world’s best-maintained campground, Collier Memorial State Park
9. ed to stop at a campground early so that we could figure out how to
10. the campground that we decided to overlook the mud and mess
11. As providence had it, we decided to pass a campground on the
12. highway in order to save a few dollars and stay in a campground on
13. at Lake Chicot state Park campground, we were the only campers
14. camper in the campground coming from where i was coming from
15. After leaving the campground that morning, we had a few ner-
16. After they arrived at the campground office, they all got out and stretched their legs
17. We arrived there in the middle of the night in the driving rain and were soaked to the bone when we found a campground and set up our tent
18. It was the month of May and our first campground in Haines was still closed because of heaps of snow
19. What struck us often is that some of the big rigs, like fifth wheelers, would back into a camping spot and as soon as they were situated the occupants would come out, walk their little dog on a leash around the campground and then go back in
20. Then standing at the campground gate
21. Jessica from the donkey next to one of the larger tents in campground
22. I was on the road for less than an hour when I saw the sign for the entrance to the campground
23. I crossed the busy highway and headed up the road into the campground
24. “Of course, maam!” Replied Larkin politely before taking out a small radio and speaking in it for a minute, relaying Nancy’s instructions to the lieutenant in charge of the campground
25. At the hot spring desert campground, Kevin, tall and strong, tears off tree branches with bare hands for firewood
26. close to a campground, the van was hidden partially by trees on two
27. “What happens in the satanic campground stays in the satanic campground
28. Sure enough, a few minutes later we arrived at the campground
29. Paradise, which is now a State campground
30. When I got to the primitive campground at the bottom, it was
31. That was worth something, right? I thought as I walked through the rustic campground near Walker Pass and found a place to camp
32. My guidebook explained that the campground was another three miles farther on and I assumed that’s where I’d find them, along with Doug and Tom eventually
33. It wasn’t a town but rather an outpost of civilization spread out over a few miles, consisting of a general store, a restaurant called Grumpie’s, and a primitive campground
34. There were no showers at the campground, so while Ed made lunch for me, I walked to the river to wash as best as I could with my clothes still on
35. Jubilant, I walked away to take my pack on a trial run on the dirt road that made a loop around the campground
36. Later, as I walked the road back to the campground, I realized what it was: the fat roll of condoms
37. Together we descended Trail Pass Trail two miles down to a picnic area and campground at Horseshoe Meadows, where we met up with Doug and Tom and hitched a ride into Lone Pine
38. I was standing next to a forest service sign that said WHITEHORSE CAMPGROUND
39. From the campground they said I could hike a short trail that would take me up to the PCT
40. I read the fresh pages that I’d ripped from my guidebook as I walked the paved loops of the campground, straining to see the words in the dying light
41. My heart leapt with relief when I came across the words WHITEHORSE CAMPGROUND, then it fell when I read on and realized I was nearly two miles away from the PCT
42. I slept finally that night in the woods somewhere outside the Whitehorse Campground
43. I could walk back to the Whitehorse Campground and west farther still to Bucks Lake
44. I packed up my camp, walked back down the trail I’d come on the night before, and strode defiantly through the Whitehorse Campground
45. By then the campground had filled in around me: most of the picnic tables were now covered with coolers and Coleman stoves; pickup trucks and campers were parked in the little paved pull-ins
46. The seven of us trooped giddily up a hill to the state park campground, where we crammed our tents close together in a circle in the designated free campsite and spent the evening around the picnic table, laughing and telling story after story as the light faded from the sky
47. I looked just like one of them—hairy, tan, and tattooed; weighed down by all of my possessions—and I smelled like one of them too, only worse, no doubt, since I hadn’t had a proper bath since I’d showered at that campground in Castle Crags when I’d been hungover a couple of weeks before
48. We’d camped in the nearby state park campground when we’d been on our long post-NYC road trip—the one on which we’d gone to the Grand Canyon and Vegas, Big Sur and San Francisco, and that had ultimately taken us to Portland
49. I’d arrived instead at the campground seven miles south of the lake’s rim
50. The campground wasn’t just a campground
