I have always loved to stop at Manzanar when driving up the 395 through Owens Valley. When we first started stopping it was thick with a forest of trees. We would stop and it would provide some shade for a nice picnic. Walking around the area was like being on a treasure hunt. There was remnants of life and peoples homes. There was not much but hidden among the landscape was rock work of a time long past. With my interest peaked on day we stopped in Independence at the museum there and I got my first taste of what a Relocation Center was. I bought a book written by a girl who grew to age in the camp. I was shocked at the life they endured. It has been many years since our picnic days. They now are trying to breathe new life into Manzanar. The forest of trees have been cut down and they are trying to restore the place back to what it was in the 1940′s. It is now a museum and they are preserving the history of what really happened there. We must never forget.