In 1892, the entrance to Guernewood Park at the height campground gate and junction to Monte Rio Street is a bustling hub of activity. Horse-drawn carriages and wagons pass by, kicking up dust as campers unload their gear, while children dart around, excited for a weekend in nature. The warm glow of lanterns lights the rustic wooden gate, and the scent of pine mingles with the distant laughter and chatter of families setting up their tents under the towering redwoods.