JTNP: An Overnight Backpack into the Past - Day 1

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As we sort through the bits of burned wood, broken and melted glass, nails, fasteners, and so on, we remember how Fletcher described the site,  "The camp itself has almost gone.  You can still see a few pieces of weathered lumber, though, and some rusty water pipe and the scattered remains of an old stove.  The well is sanded in now,...but in the spring it harbors a little water and hummingbirds bathe there...."  Almost eighty years ago a snug little cabin sat here and Lee Lyons had his own personal paradise.  Even today it's still a beautiful, warm and inviting spot.

As we sort through the bits of burned wood, broken and melted glass, nails, fasteners, and so on, we remember how Fletcher described the site, "The camp itself has almost gone. You can still see a few pieces of weathered lumber, though, and some rusty water pipe and the scattered remains of an old stove. The well is sanded in now,...but in the spring it harbors a little water and hummingbirds bathe there...." Almost eighty years ago a snug little cabin sat here and Lee Lyons had his own personal paradise. Even today it's still a beautiful, warm and inviting spot.

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