By Rachel Paprocki I grew up spending a week every summer at a Christian camp in the San Gorgonio Wilderness, 5,800 feet higher than San Bernardino. High above the layer of smog that hovers over the 10 Freeway, there’s clear air, sweet with Jeffrey Pine and oak trees, the gravelly forest floor carpeted with their fallen leaves. At the end of Radford Road, off the 38, there’s a somewhat-dilapidated campground that is home to some of my favorite memories. For... Read more