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.