AreWeLostYet
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This campground used to be administered by the US Forest Service. Not it's partially 'privatized' being currently under the care of Shasta Recreation Corporation. There are no patrols other than the guy who comes around occasionally to empty the trash cans. The campground smells like a sewer. People drive through at all hours. Some park a while then leave because of the smell and sketchy characters that might be camped there (as the only camper). Others deive through, probably casing what ever unfortunates might make the mistake I made to camp there. I got robbed. Came back from town one day and my Coleman dual fuel, two burner stove (almost new), two large plastic tubs with all my food, cooking and other items, large duffel full of half my clothes (including all my pants and fleece sweater), Aquatainer, a really nice 10" Korean iron skillet and 7" skillet, container with all my bedside items like a clock/temp display I got off Amazon, supplements, etc., a soldering iron I was using in my solar setup experiments, several yard sale items I had on ebay that would have netted about $300, a new Gregory backpack with cover, a large, sturdy handheld umbrella I picked up at a thrift store. Other stuff. I had to make an inventory of what was missing so I could replace the necessities before "discovering" their absence in the middle of making a meal etc. Two runs to Wallmart and a few hundred bucks on the Visa to Amazon replaced most. But many items were 'unique' finds I'll probably never replace. Like the Korean skillet. Machined surface instead of the usual sand cast pitted. Cooked anyting and easy to clean as non-stick coating only you could scrub it with anything.
Other observations bout Jones Valley. Almost got T-Boned by some yahoo who blew through a stop sigh at 40mph like it wasn't there. I don't think he even saw me. The cash center of the property is the floating lodge - a fleet of houseboats where people stage drunken weekend parties. The don't seem to pay much attention to the campground. So is sets, like a spider web awaiting any innocent who might wander into it.
Other observations bout Jones Valley. Almost got T-Boned by some yahoo who blew through a stop sigh at 40mph like it wasn't there. I don't think he even saw me. The cash center of the property is the floating lodge - a fleet of houseboats where people stage drunken weekend parties. The don't seem to pay much attention to the campground. So is sets, like a spider web awaiting any innocent who might wander into it.