Prison log j8, 2023. We tried to go winter camping. I know it is odd, but it’s our passion. And we love River. We drove north on I90 to St. Regis and then up 135. Surely we would find a campsite. All we found is snow and closed gates. No one camps in the winter? Bunch of powder puffs! Sorry, don’t mean to be mean. I just am frustrated. Why? Because we eventually drove all day ending up back at home. This after packing River for a couple hours, we then unpacked and winterized it for another 2 hours before bed. INDOORS! YUK … FUCK this. I am out! Nothing to be proud of … except the wonderful memories. This is a great place, right?