Welcome to Camp Carvarock! Where ancient souls, long entombed within the core of Mother Earth, are once again freed to gaze upon the sky.
On a hillside looking down on Upper Ojai, alone but for the hawks and lizards, an artist toils. Ha! Not by a long shot. It's mostly fun and extremely rewarding. I often get goose bumps when I back away from a rock, after an hour, or so, and see a face that looks right, like a cute girl is supposed to look. Hoo Hoo.
The name Camp Carvarock is a Burningman-ism. Participation is encouraged. Come on up.
