A few years ago, we were headed south, toward Flagstaff, Arizona, I believe we were on Highway 180, and just north of Highway 40, when we saw a sign for a campground and stopped there a couple of nights. It was up a dirt road, about a couple of miles in, in the 7,000 ft. elevation, and led to a beautiful meadow with a marsh in the middle. There were only some eight or ten campsites, without any hook ups. It think it was on state or federal land. I can't remember the name of the place or how to find it again. Has anyone ever stopped at a place that sounds like this place? It was a real Shangrila. The kind of place one hopes to find once in a lifetime. I believe it was in was just north of Hwy. 40 and west of 180. Can someone tell me how to find this place again? Thx.