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Friday, May 12, 2017
Comfort camping doesn’t
necessarily mean “Glamping,” or Glamour Camping. It means total,
almost meditative relaxation, where there are no worries or concerns,
just the moment at hand. Whether you are in a tent with a sleeping
bag, or in a hermetically sealed Class A motorcoach, it doesn’t
matter. This is what RVing, or our version of camping is all about. A
spot where you want to come back, just to enjoy the experience, and
that is why we are once again at Old Federal Campground on Lake
Right now, we are at the height of
comfort camping. It is 4:45 in the afternoon, less than an hour since
we checked in. The temperature is 75 degrees, and the breeze off of
Lake Lanier is a solid twelve to fifteen knots. There are no clouds
to be seen in the flawless blue sky, and Bonnie Raitt is playing a
duet with BB King on our camper stereo behind us.
There are no other campers sitting
outside, just us in our inappropriately named anti-gravity chairs,
drinking out of our opaque, blue plastic glasses. Alcohol is
prohibited here in this U.S. Army Corps of Engineers campground.
Campers even have to initial their parking pass to show they
understand the alcohol restriction which is printed right on the
front of the pass, the one you hang on your rearview mirror. I really
don’t mind, even though I had my other hand behind my back with my
fingers crossed when I initialed the pass. There are no drunken
sailors here, so to speak, which is a blessing if you have ever spent
any time at campgrounds more lenient about alcohol. Large family
get-togethers on Saturday night or a bunch of young locals getting
rowdy around the campfire after spending a day on the water can spoil
your evening in a hurry.
Two of the campers here do seem to
be very mellow, sitting in the beautiful afternoon sunshine sipping
their drinks, probably a form of grape juice, watching the afternoon
sun turn the whole lake into a shimmering, silver sheet that can’t
be captured by camera. That would be us. Even Taz, our male golden
retriever is content, laying on the pad as relaxed as he has been
this whole trip.
Here’s the icing on an already
delicious cake: With my priceless Golden Age Passport, the cost for
me at this Federally run campground is twelve dollars a night, half
of the regular price. One of the real last benefits available to the
general public before Congress and the current administration figures
out what it’s worth and turns the whole Federal program into a
pleasure reserved for only the wealthy and the elite. Just like
The Federal life-time America the Beautiful Senior Pass
for those over 62 years of age, which allows free entrance to
National Parks and Monuments, just went from $10 to $80.