Mat
New Member
When I was 15 (1976), my dad and I went to Monitor Valley to camp and fish. This is a magical place. We saw no other people the whole 3 days, not even a car. The place is big, really big. While we were there, thunderstorms hit, and the next day we saw the carnage. The temporary river than occurred almost instantly was big enough to tumble a giant bulldozer down the mountain like a toy. We camped at Pine Creek campground, alone. We caught fish from the picnic table in our site. I will never forget those good, good times. Thanks Dad, for making it happen.
