An informal camping zone forms the western perimeter of this compound, overlooking thousands of wind turbines which turn to blinking red lights in the dark, and solemn, magnificent profiles of the San Jacinto and San Georgonio, mountains which sit on opposite sides of a fault.
The property itself was hand-built, brick by brick, by the owner Robin, who is somehow effusive, sweet and tough as nails. Campers are able to access showers, hot tubs, pool, towels, kitchen, sauna, massaged, and other facilities while here, bringing up the standard of living considerably.
It's not too far from the road but the road is fairly quiet, not a car goes down it all night.
We kept hearing the sounds of animals stomping around in the leaves in the woods. I like to sleep under the sky (no tent) and I woke up in the middle of the night, turned my headlamp on and saw some large predator which I still haven't identified... Ended up sleeping in the car.
That said that's got nothing to do with the quality of this place. Overall it felt well-loved and tended to and safe.
I like to feel quiet and secluded when I'm camping, and the place had a few noise issues. It was too close to the highway (although it's sunken a bit so you don't get as much noise) also an insane generator comes on every few hours that's almost comically loud. The space itself is fine, just a couple of half-inflated mattresses in a big tipi that smells a bit like mildew. None of which bothers me, but for $125/night I was expecting something much nicer.