The Road

Before anything else could happen at Millerville, there was a more immediate problem to solve: getting in.

The land was beautiful, but the terrain didn’t make access easy. It took only a couple of months — and more than a few trucks buried axle-deep despite four-wheel drive — to make one thing perfectly clear: a real road wasn’t a luxury, it was a necessity.

In the late summer of 2001, they got to work. What emerged was an impressive undertaking for a family campground. 1,250 feet of driveway mat was laid as the foundation, topped with a staggering 860 tons of gravel, stretching the finished drive to a total length of 1,600 feet. That’s nearly a third of a mile of road carved into the forest, built to handle whatever Millerville’s seasons — and its visitors — could throw at it.

It wasn’t glamorous work. But every family gathering, every loaded-down camper that’s rolled in without a second thought, every rainy weekend that didn’t end in someone calling for a tow — all of it runs on that road.

Some foundations are made of memories. This one is made of gravel.