Never arrive at a campsite at night, especially for your first visit, and especially if you have any inclination towards wimpy-ness. It was way too dark. And it was cold. All we could see were shadows of the looming forest trees, the barely discernable street signs and the occasional brave (or slightly crazy) person headed into the blackened forest for a nighttime shower. I was just a little bit leery. Okay, time to set up. We shone the headlights toward our lot and took down the camping gear. Well, when I say “we” I really mean my much more savvy…
Road trip: Grand Canyon unlit and illuminated
