Yesterday we went to the High Desert for the day to do some shooting and exploring. We camp there every year but haven't had the time yet, so it's a good thing we went for the day. We first went to check on my FIL's old camp, his ashes are spread there and my husband carved a 'headstone' to mark the spot. Last year some logging had been done and the loggers had come upon the marker and fire ring and marked the spot with some of their colored plastic tape and moved on, everything looks as we left it last Fall. We then headed up past the Wells to our camp, as soon as we drove onto the Flats we noticed loggers had been there

we drove up the hill and our camp is all gone

they cut down what few trees were growing up there. Yes, this is Pumis covered Desert but Jack Pines are mighty hardy.
The loggers wiped out all the Desert Wildflowers, Sage Brush, young saplings...EVERYTHING!
We are heart broke. My husband's family has been camping at that spot since the 1930's and now it's gone. The camp used to be so welcoming and intensely positive, you could feel that the Goddess lived and walked there, now it feels angry and wants to strike out and everybody, my husband has the deep scratches on his legs and ankle to prove it and we very nearly lost our bumper on a root that wasn't there and then it was, with a vengence. (thank goodness we were able to find some wire to reattach the bumper

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I can't quit thinking about the devastation

*~As the rain on a mountain peak runs off the slopes on all sides, so those who see only the seeming multiplicity of life run after things on every side~* (The Upanishads)