CHANDLER — Tucked away in the woods just north of sleepy Chandler, there is a place where a man built his dream, baseball ruled the world and generations of boys learned to become men.

Take a drive down Park Road and eventually you’ll come to Chandler Baseball Camp, a hidden treasure rich with history and meaning and nostalgia.

The small cabins where boys lived for three weeks of their summers are still there, untouched. Same with the mess hall and locker rooms and the rest. Time has won its war on the camp’s baseball fields, but with some work, they could look like new.

When the sun begins to set and the light shines just right on the hills near the camp, it looks like a Rockwell painting. A line from a Springsteen song. A time vault. Sixty-two acres of Americana waiting to go back to use.