Timberline

Our re trip to Timberline Camp. As we came to visit this place, the memories came back to us like horse files we had while at camp.

Here is the amphitheater we used for evening events. Quasimodo, his face rings a bell, Whahu, A sharp tooth buzzard sitting on a dead tree, or is it Chartreuse buzzard?




Here is the training area.














The field used for Gilwell, the flags still have a glow about them. We all lined up for our morning announcements, I mean proclamations.











And the trail to the 'Honor Trail' was really covered over. But the ferns were rising in popularity. There were also many more trees fallen down. I am happy it has been closed to the public, as this lets Mother Nature take over and bring beauty to the place.


















The place at the end of the Honor Trail. We just need a moment to contemplate the spirit, and perhaps review the promises made.


And last of all was the pipe still connected to the spring? Oh, the water was sweet. This is Timberline water. This spring is in a secret place. Now that you have seen it, you will recognize it when you see it again. So I guess it is not a secret any longer.

Thanks for the memories, Thank Heavenly father for allowing a place like this to be created and enjoyed.