The names you mention. A call to the past! Lots of campground memories everywhere. On this side of the country, Camp Buckner/Lake Popolopen when we could camp on the little peninsula next to Barth Hall goes back pretty far. I seem to recall an Easter Sunday service there years ago. The geese would honk of early spring and April was usually quite cold. Now it's more likely a Highland Falls motel.
Memories are probably more poignant when the site is closed, deserted and it's cold.
Popolopen weather! Had my tent flattened by wind and rain more than once camping next to the lake.
The memorable campground for me is the one behind the Lake George corral.
That was a nice memory. Mom often talked about their trips out to Laramie and their stays at Yellow Pine.
Bl: you are on to something with a site being closed, deserted, and cold--or at least raw and gray. And interesting (to me at least) that you should have brought up Buckner/Popolopen in that context, because of all the time and the incredibly varied experiences I spent at Buckner. Though it's been a while since I was last there, I have been there many, many times, by myself, over the years, and a fair many times in late fall or early spring on a gray, raw day, when the wind was whipping up little waves across the lake. Standing by Barth Hall at the water's edge or over on the decks around the mess hall, it would sometimes be almost as if everything in the outside world had somehow ended.
Though it was an altogether different type of day at Yellow Pine--a late winter day with mostly sun and occasional clouds floating by and every so often a few flakes out of one of the clouds. Besides the wind, there was no other noise to be heard--nothing--and besides the campground itself, I could stand almost anywhere in it and look in all directions and not see a trace of anything else man made. It was pure solitude, and just my thoughts.
I was going to write a little more last night, but ran out of time. I wanted to add that when I was thinking about Sam and Ross, I was thinking about how truly much I enjoyed seeing them this past summer at Oringen, and seeing how well they were doing. I don't know if it showed and if they could tell that or not.
And following in that vein, I think again about finishing one of the races, and once inside the download tent, almost the first person I saw was Jeff (Saeger). The expression on his face was priceless. I knew they were there (I had checked the registration lists) but I don't think Jeff had any idea I was there, until that moment.
It was amazing to see you last summer, and I am pretty sure my face has never before been called "priceless"!
Our favorite spot at Yellow Pine was next to Don and Marit. That campsite had lots of co campers over the years. I miss it a lot.