Each of the High Sierra Camps has their own personality. May Lake had camp host, Brian and his captivating storytelling and warm demeanor. Merced Lake reminded me of summer camp in the 1980's and Sunrise kept things quirky with their live music. But my favorite was Vogelsang. Other hikers described them as the Haight-Ashbury of the High Sierra and perhaps because I spent three years living in that San Francisco neighborhood, I felt right at home. The high elevation made ancient trees twist in squat forms while Fletcher Peak, still spotted with small patches of late season snow, towered over the camp. All around me the landscape offered quiet reflection as there was magic to discover. And I was more than happy to oblige.