a night out
It's not the John, but it IS one of the sweetest camping spots I've ever seen,
replete with special sitting stones in the swift, cool water.
Some crazy dude showed up with red wine and smoked oysters! Literally floated across the river in an inner tube with a sack full of hors d'oeuvres, I kid you not.
The lumberjack isn't there every night...we lucked out.
The handsome valet works for tips.