The park itself was absolutely beautiful:
I ended up camping at Albee Creek Campground, which is 5 miles off the 101, down a windy and narrow road. I thought the campground would be fairly secluded but I forgot that I was back in California, home of the masses, and discovered that the campground was nearly full. However, I found a fairly quiet spot next to a nice stream.
Behind my campsite was a trail that went straight up the hill, so I decided to go for a short hike and see if I could get a look around. After about 20 minutes the trail opened onto a meadow, and I came upon a stunningly majestic view of the mountains covered in an ancient blanket of trees as far as the eye could see. It was a view with the power to cause the most hardened of men to weep bitter tears of joy. However, I forgot my camera so you'll just have to take my word for it.
A little further up the trail, I came around a bend and found myself face to face with a six-point buck. I looked at it, and it looked straight back at me. I didn't move, and it didn't either. I realized that due to its relative size and its unnervingly challenging gaze, not to mention its possession of sharp horns and hooves, that I should probably back away. Therefore, I made a hasty, but manly, retreat back to my campsite.
After getting back down the hill, I decided to take a shower. Unfortunately, the shower was a pay shower and I was a little short on coinage.
Look at that sign for a moment...up to 15 quarters? Other than Mistress Vagabond, who needs 37.5 minutes to take a shower? Not I! Being a mountain man, I only chucked in two quarters and finished my shower with plenty of time to spare. Huzzah!
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