|The Rusty Buckle of the Bible Belt. The huge factories at Bassett are all closed|
Our solitude is lost, but we know come Sunday evening we will have the campground to ourselves once again. Serenity will once again fall on the southern Virginia forest. By the time evening falls, the once vacant campground is packed. Kids on bicycles everywhere. Typical for a weekend on a lake-front campground. Ilse and I retire to the trailer and kick back, relaxing while the neighbors next to us laboriously chop down a small tree for firewood.
|Safety is the responsibility of the individual camper|