China Camp State Park



The final day in of my Northern California saunter was spent in two different parks. I started out in China Camp State Park. It is on the site of the oldest continuous fishing operation in California. Chinese immigrants settled here and had a thriving shrimp fishing village here. There isn't a lot here, and the parking fee of $5 keeps it pretty deserted, even on a weekend. I was able to find some nice compositions for pictures before the rangers made me quit photographing. State statutes clearly state that photography for personal use is not only allowed, but encouraged in California's state parks, however, the ranger saw the size of my camera and decided that it was clearly for commercial use and I could not continue since I didn't have a permit. 

China Camp Fishing Dock. Mamiya RB67 ProSD, Mamiya Sekor 90mm 3.8 C, Fuji FP4 Plus. 

Bonsai Island. China Camp State Park, CA. Mamiya RB67 ProSD, Mamiya Sekor 90mm 3.8 C, Fuji FP4 Plus. 

Well, the fuzz may have taken away my rights to use my Mamiya but I still had my iPhone. These are some of the other shots I was planning on with the big camera. I also had my Olympus XA stealth camera, but haven't developed that film yet as it is still in the camera.

Boat Restoration. China Camp State Park, CA. iPhone

Sketching.  Muir Woods, CA. iPhone

Shrimp Dryer and Boat House. China Camp State Park, CA. iPhone

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