there is a small seasonal stream. Water travels. I can't say for sure in which direction yet, i think from North to South? It runs along the other side of Carefree Way, the little semi private road that you see in the pic that finally got edited into the last post, the little road that Emrie's all terraine vehicle is parked on, that runs along that bottom acre or two of the Hill where Alyssia's house will be....across from "her" meadow. It sings the sounds that water makes as it travels over rocks and fallen wood, sounds of small waterfalls then trickles it's way along. Down the way it joins the CanalCreek, a larger (by comparison) body of water that was created for run off from Lake Oroville which then travels on into the Feather River. Coming home from the drive to Oroville, to the post office, it's Olive Highway. Then turn onto Old Olive Highway , go along, not far, and looking up to the left, a forested Hill rises, all wild from this vantage point, just Wild. But upon turning, you find that it holds these 3 campsites. Those words, Wild and Domestic are strong within me at this time... How wild? and How domestic? What can domestic mean? and Not?
