It may.
I’ve been here almost 35 years and it’s heartbreaking how much we’ve changed.
See ya’,
Ed
Been thinking about that, lately. I was brought to this area as a kid in ‘69. The sand dunes were wide open; you’d hear stories of hippy and lesbian bonfires. Anyone could go in there and camp. Then, the Feds made it a National Recreation Area, and charged you to park, confined camping to designated areas, sold permits for vehicles, mushroom picking. Last month a friend’s daughter told me the State Police had a command post up at Riley Creek. They were flying drones, looking for pickers of ‘’shrooms, be they psychedelic or others picked without a permit. A friend of hers was up there and a trooper dropped down from a tree, landed beside her, wearing a ghlllie suit.
Looks like my fishing license will cost $40 this year. Land of the fee.