Camp Canaras has a central lodge, a merry place of varnished wood and Scotch served neat. Late at night, long after the campers are tucked in, the place takes on a ghostly, abandoned vibe.
Inside, the minor remnants of the party still remain, along with the major remnants of large animals.
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[…] evening reaches maximum coziness. Though I have captured images of Camp Canaras before, those were typically exterior shots, rather than the charming interiors of its […]