Originally Posted by NirvanaMan (Post 216319)

Had a few sausages then packed into the truck, revved the 300hp Jaguar-derrived AJ-V8 motor, slipped the 6-speed ZF transmission back into manu-matic sport shift and blasted through the gorgeous terrain at deliciously fast speeds - flashing mustangs and the like to pull aside to let me through.

Originally Posted by Eliza Hodgkins 1812 (Post 216321)

On the way up the mountain, only the road ahead was illuminated by the brilliance of the high beams. Looking left and right, I could sense the expanse and depth surrounding us as we advanced upwards. At one point the headlights were turned off and it was as though the world had been uncreated. We moved through an exhilarating and strange Nothingness that felt like Everything all at once. It was magical.

The sun roof gave us our first glimpse at a starlit sky. About halfway to our destination, NM pulled off the road so that we could stand outside the car and look above. No headlights; only a new moon to light the way - an awe inspiring marvel. Our modern world turned upside down: dark below and light above. A loveliness that takes the breath away.

And the speedy, gut-tingling ascent wasn't half bad either. Vroom and swish!

As for the rest, I'm reveling in sensory memory right now, and I wish to go back. Simply put: Want. More. Camp. Swank.

I echo Chris when I say that I will not be shortening my stay next time. This kind of blissful escape deserves longevity.

Originally Posted by Ghoulish Delight (Post 216366)

I've gazed upon Paradise, witnessed the rise of the Taquito Kid, locked eyes with a black bear, and basked in the light of the glowing crotch. I've been lulled to sleep by the roar of a king's river, serenaded by dulcet tones of a Steller's Jay, and aroused by the screams of a Smorgasm.

Camp Swank, you were glorious.

Originally Posted by NirvanaMan (Post 216404)

And with that I present, my pictures:

http://picasaweb.google.com/erikjrob...ey=HraiW2ZGXVI