This is a San Bernadino County Park and we stayed in the RV campground there. I thought I went here when I was a kid but Charlotte didn’t think so. I'm sure she's right.
Quincy (a friend from work that we visited when we were in Menifee) told me that I’d be disappointed because it was pretty run down (isn’t that the definition of “ghost town”?)
The campsite I’d reserved was uninhabitable—if such a thing can be said for a dirt parking place. The rains and flooding hit again, and dug out a big trench at one end of our assigned campsite. We moved to another one and then checked out the town in the dusk—did it again the next morning in early light to see what I’d missed the night before. No crowds either time.
|Original flooded campsite|