This is Thunder Mountain. My grandpa owned this land, and now my aunt and uncle own it. We often go here for the Whitney family reunions that are held somewhere every year. There is the haunted forest across the big meadow, where we have built little villages and played in for years and years. There is this one spot where there is a fallen tree that forms a bench, and a little stream runs under it. We have a jail, where there are actually bones in it from a deer that died. It's really cool. I have only fond memories of Thunder Mountain, it's a great place. Camping, family, campfire, hot coco, getting dirty...what could be better?