Last winter, Lesa was talking up Fortuna Pond. It sounded nice.
"How do I get there?" I asked.
"Well... It would just be easier to lead you," she replied.
And she did. It involved driving through fields of green leafy vegetables and doubling back on a levy. And the entrance wasn't all that obvious.
It's an attractive spot, usually quiet, with easy access to Yuma. I knew I would be returning this year. Lou wanted to go, too.
"How do you get there?" he asked.
"Well... It would just be easier to lead you," I replied.
I originally thought this blog post would give detailed directions, complete with maps and photos of landmarks. But then I came to my senses. There isn't a lot of room for camping. It could get crowded quickly if more people knew how to get here. So I think it's better if someone who likes you, who knows you're a good camping neighbor, leads you here. Or, if you're resourceful enough to find Fortuna Pond on your own, then I guess you would have earned the "right" to be here.
Meanwhile, there are the occasional loud, irresponsible, destructive assholes I wish would forget the way to Fortuna Pond.