After the memorial, I started to walk out where I thought the camp would have been to see if I could find any foundation or ruins.  Time was running low and I knew that I had to make it back by 7pm because that was the last train to Berlin.  I walked down a path that I thought might bring me near the water.  I started to walk and before I knew it, I was in the middle of the woods without a clue of where to go.
It probably wasn't the smartest thing to do but I really wanted to visualize where the camp would be.  To make a long story short, I made it to the water and then back to the path.  I got some great
pictures

                           

And last, on my way back into town, it started to pour with winds
that almost broke my umbrella.  As I got into town, there was
a rainbow that filled the sky.  It was bootyful.

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