We simply call it "The Spot."
I've honestly never seen any signs of other people camping here in the 20 years we've been going to it.
It's like that Decrapio movie, "the beach," if you want to know where it is, you have to get invited and never tell anyone about it. Or die.
Couldn't get too many wheeling pics because the wife was crammed in the "back seat" so time was of the essence. Once off the forest service roads, it's truly only about 30 mins of 1st gear-4-lo slow bouncing over tons of rocks. Then you get to the hill climb. Atop the hill climb is "the spot"
The hill climb (the picture didn't quite capture the steep grade and length. Took me 2 times to get up the fu*ker (I'm losing my touch ). My 3 year old daughter riding shotgun was "yahoo'ing" the whole time. My wife snapped this photo, my guess is that this is 2/3rds the way up the hill:
Looking back down the hill after the climb. As you can tell by the grown in trail, not many people ever make it here :
^ the top of the hill climb
My girls atop the hill:
Some random shots:
View of Long's Peak (14,259') from the campsite:
Some hieroglyphics made by native 3 and 6 year olds:
Heading back down the hill:
Driving the next morning to go to Beaver Reservoir to eat lunch and hang out for awhile before heading back down the hill:
Just a small little overnight trip.