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We entered at 11:00 pm, planning to camp in a tent. The place was seemingly devoid of people. RVs and cars littered the barely-present path, and we didn't dare get out of the car. The RVs and cars were mostly overgrown, but in oddly good condition. One such RV had its door ripped off, but was still decorated on the inside, and its associated cars had been completely absorbed by the surrounding foliage. This is where RVs, cars, and if instincts are to be trusted, people, go to die.