Lounging for a couple of days at Camp Layman
Tuesday, May 27, 2014 — My girlfriend, Cindie, and I celebrated our 15th anniversary together with a romantic weekend stay at Camp Layman in Plumas County.
While the camp of 13 rustic cabins lies near the base of an entire mountainside washed away by hydraulic gold miners — I’m guessing in the 1880s — it was built to house railroad workers in the 1920s. It’s kind of sad to see a mountainside blasted and washed clean of soil right down to the bedrock. In more than 100 years not much has taken root on the barren hillside. I wonder how many more generations it will take for the mountain to recover, if ever. Obviously, the days of green thought were far off in the future back then, and sometimes I wonder if we’re doing any better today. But I guess that’s a topic for another My Turn at some future date.
Yeah, Cindie and I left our two housecats plenty of food and water, packed up the trusty old SUV with ice chests full of provisions, a couple of changes of clothes, a bottle of Irish whiskey, an old 12-string guitar, and finally we coaxed Ike, our 120-pound Alaskan Malamute, into the back seat and set off on our Plumas County backwoods adventure. Did I hear somebody say banjos?
For the full My Turn and others, read the Tuesday, May 27, 2014 edition of the Lassen County Times.