Mystic Valley Campground Novels & Stories

JOHN The forest was dark as ink as I came through the portal. I'd opened it right on the edge of the camp I'd spent many summers at when I was younger. Camp Meadow Creek was a compound of over one hundred acres in the Cumberland mountains outside of Louisville. In front of me were the main entrance, the Community Hall, and the fifteen smaller cabins the earth witch trainees stayed in when they were here.

although the passing Jenna's mechanic and the stop at Glass Beach had delayed them, they weren't five hours yet. The campsite wasn't full and they still had two or three hours of daylight. of the day to explore the place before dinner. He paid the camp fee at the gate to a young woman in uniform who handed him a leaflet. He passed it to Jenna. A few minutes later, he stopped the trailer in a nice, open space, flanked by by tall spruce and pine trees, and which contained the wooden picnic table and fire pit.

Of course she did. “You’re gripping that wheel like it owes you money,” she said casually. Mason didn’t look away from the road. “I’m driving.” “You’re emotionally driving.” Kai nearly choked laughing beside her. I turned toward the window to hide my smile. The camp itself looked straight out of one of those coming-of-age movies people pretend not to cry over. Wooden cabins sat around a huge clearing surrounded by trees, with a frozen lake off to the side for skating drills and a massive bonfire pit near the center.

Bright green, yellow, faded brown and all bunch of colours made up the vegetation. "Woah" she gazed at everything in awe. Beautiful! Absolutely beautiful. The scenery was picture worthy. Vast untamed nature, all around her. She looked back to Carl "This forest... It leads to Lake Creek? I'm surprised there is a cleared path to drive-" she was thrown back into her seat as the car came to an abrupt stop. "Oof! A warning would have been nice" she mumbled under her breath as her hands went to grab her hair out of her eyes. She heard a door slam and her eyes shot open. Carl got out, pulled her bag out of the trunk and yanked her door open

Ryder asked me taking a step back as I tossed the first pile I had snatched from the desk and frantically began digging through the contents. “Yes and no. Emily said she believed he had a place in the Freeland and was working with a group of rogues. I am looking for a deed, contract, map, something that will link Evan with the Freeland and give us some direction of where to look. That particular area is quite vast, so some semblance of location would be nice.” I advised Ryder as I dug through the paperwork, my eyes never leaving the files. After a few moments, I noticed a deed that had an address I recognized being in the Freeland. It was a campground on the northside, deep in the Appalachia

Maybe shrews or field mice. I’ve mapped this valley, although if I had to say, it’s more glen or dale than valley. Smack dab in the middle is the confluence of two tributaries that flows all the way to Moon Lake. Hard to say what to call them. They’re wide enough to be rivers, and seem set enough in their path, but they’re also shallow and slow. The whole place will be pretty as a picture when it turns green. Cadoc squats and drops my backpack. He digs a small notebook out of his pocket and scribbles.

It is hard for counselors to hook up, but not impossible. ————— Camp Dickinger: An Adventure Camp for High School Boys and Girls is what it says on the sign and in the brochures. The sign hangs over the gate that marks the winding dirt road to our campus from a rural highway in the mountains of Virginia. If you take the turn, you will wind through some dense trees up the mountainside to an open meadow, with a large stream-fed lake, tennis courts, basketball courts, and a boat house. On one end of the meadow is the large chow hall with attached camp office, and along either side is a row of screened-in cabins. The North row is for guys, and the South is for the girls. Set back in the woods ar

The valley of Moonrise was no longer just a sanctuary for its own. It had become the center of the world. For three days, the mountain passes had echoed with the arrival of strangers. They came from the ash plains of the east, the frozen tundras of the north, and the deep, river-carved canyons of the south. Hundreds of wolves, representing factions that had bled each other dry for generations, were pitching tents along the valley floor. Aria stood on the balcony of the Alpha estate, looking down at the sprawling mosaic of camps. The air was thick with a hundred different scents. Pine and frost mingled with sulfur, damp earth, and foreign spices.

They sat on the porch at dusk, wrapped in blankets, watching the sky turn gold, then violet, then deep blue. And when Nathan said, “We should go camping,” no one hesitated. They packed the car — tents, sleeping bags, firewood, a cast-iron skillet, and more marshmallows than anyone needed. The drive took them deep into Willow Creek Preserve, to a quiet clearing near a small lake, the same spot they’d visited as kids — a place of tall pines, soft earth, and still water that mirrored the stars. They set up camp slowly, laughing at Daniel’s lopsided tent, teasing Nathan for forgetting the coffee grinder again, and watching Sophia and Elena roast the first marshmallows over the fire, their faces

David had already told him a little about me so he wouldn’t be totally surprised. Jake finally pulled up. Solid guy, looked like he spent time outside. His eyes hit me once, then again slower when I climbed in the back of David’s truck. The shirt wasn’t hiding much. We were about fifteen minutes from the drag strip when the sky started looking real bleak. By the time we got there they’d already stopped entry because of the weather. Everybody was disappointed. I pulled out my phone. “Any camping spots near by?” I asked. Found a rustic cabin quick, then a store for cheap supplies. We booked it and headed over.