THE SPARK OF CAMP YOSHI: CAMPSITES & COORDINATES

Before GPS pins. Before custom gear kits. Before the tent poles and the playlists… there was dinner.

Camp Yoshi started with a table.
Yoshi Jenkins was a rogue supper club in NYC—part food pop-up, part social reset—for people hungry for more than just a plate. We were cooking, yes. But really? We were building room. A pause. A vibe. A reason to exhale.

Strangers pulled up and left full—on flavor and feeling.
That spark? It turned into a signal flare.

When the pandemic cracked open the sidewalks and the skyline, Rashad dipped—chasing quiet, craving land that didn’t ask for anything but presence. The first trip wasn’t a business plan. It was a gut check. A fire. A sky full of stars that didn’t need permission to shine.

The outdoors didn’t feel like a set piece. It felt like the blueprint.

Those early locations—the Wallowas, Mt. Hood, Joshua Tree—weren’t picked for photo ops. They were chosen because the land whispered, “Take your time. Be still. You’re safe here.”

And that’s what we’ve been chasing ever since. Not just trails—but traces. The ones that pull you back to who you were before the inbox, before the noise, before the performance.

Now, every Camp Yoshi experience holds that same DNA:
We don’t just lead trips.
We create rituals.
Morning coffee. Trail dust. That first bite of grilled trout under the pines.
That moment when the stars come out and everyone gets a little quieter.

And somehow—no matter how many miles we clock—
It always feels like the first time.