My family and I just did this last weekend up at Eight Mile Creek. It was my Grandfathers favorite place to hunt and camp. He wanted to be spread up on the hill in his favorite spot but my Grandma could never make it up there so he later settled for across the road from Honeymoon Camp Ground. We left some roses and his ashes. We had many good times up there with him. Some of the best times in my life was him and I would go grouse hunting and do some scouting up there.
Over the years, the deer hunting has gotten worst and worst. I always tried to talk him into finding a new area but he would none of it. If anyone on here has ever met him, you would never forget his name, Columbus Kitchen. I miss him like crazy. It has been 5 years since he passed and feels like it was yesterday.