I knew it wouldn’t be easy, but after we passed our climbing destination for the following day we drove through every campground on the map, all full. Then Ann remembered, “Hey, I used to find a free spot to camp every night last summer.” She pulled out our map book and found some nearby forest roads. We nearly made the mistake of taking a spot near Chambers Lake, and the accompanying rowdy, music-playing partyers. But we ventured on, and found this nice spot in the Laramie River valley in an old, decommissioned campground.