4,236 campsites, none of them real

A quiet campsite sits in a petrified forest, with crunchy leaves on the ground and golden afternoon light slipping through bare branches. A green tent rests by a stone fire ring where a few logs smoke softly, and a weathered canoe lies near the clearing. Thin mist hugs the low spots, tiny fireflies flicker in the shade, and a deer watches from the treeline.

A quiet campsite sits in a petrified forest, with crunchy leaves on the ground and golden afternoon light slipping through bare branches. A green tent rests by a stone fire ring where a few logs smoke softly, and a weathered canoe lies near the clearing. Thin mist hugs the low spots, tiny fireflies flicker in the shade, and a deer watches from the treeline.