I was heading down the mountain and back to camp at the end of a day hunting elk in western Co.
Somehow I missed the usual chute that would lead me to the trail down and out ,so I took the next likely slot down.
It led me to a bench that held the remains of a cabin with a caved in roof, a small rusty bed frame and a cook stove.
After poking around for a few minutes looking for treasure I slid on down and out to get back to camp.

I was always going to rescue the stove "someday" but I didn't have the drive to get it that the owner had...

A few years before, my roommate was hiking the hills west of Denver, bushwacking away from the trails and stopped to rest.
He spotted a leveraction rifle leaning against an old broken tree. Win 25-20 badly weathered.
No saving it as a shooter but a cool find!

"Camping places fix themselves in your mind as if you had spent long periods of your life in them.
You will remember a curve of your wagon track in the grass of the plain like the features of a friend."
Isak Dinesen