I’ve never actually been camping…but I’ve heard/read plenty of camping stories. One of the places I thought of when writing constant as the northern star is a park with giant drainage pipes.
Smith mentions that it used to be a battlefield, and that’s what I had heard when I was a kid. It’s actually just a graveyard, with twenty or so graves dating back to the 1800s. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find those, due to terrible trails, in this ankle-twisting murder woods. So many downed trees, I could hardly walk. I even braved the possibility of walking through spider webs for you.
So here’s some pictures of that.
There’s a little creek that goes through the park. It’s pretty gross looking, because there’s an underpass and construction nearby, and you get a lot of runoff from businesses.
I thought there used to be a drainage pipe across the creek here, but they must have removed that one when they built the underpass.
Lots of downed trees in the area.
Graffiti on a tree. Sort of wish it said E + C, because then that would fit Sips’ backstory pretty well.
There’s that other drainage pipe. I swear they used to be larger…but when you’re a kid everything seems bigger, because you’re not as tall.
Half the trails looked like this, with broken rubble blocking the path.
I couldn’t get much closer than this to the far end of the creek.
The rest of the trails look like this. Ankle-breaking.
At least there were a few pretty things to look at.
And then some mushrooms. Tah dah.