Just stuff

An ordinary…but lovely…day for us today.

I took the photo of the Red-bellied Woodpecker through a window of the coach!

Robyn and Ross always walk faster than Ryan and me. This was a stroll through one of the three areas of the campground that are closed during slow winter months. Road got cleaned off somewhat today by trucks that were doing work on this section’s bathhouse.

Of the 35 campsites that are open, only three are occupied! There were about a dozen more weekend interlopers, but only two other serious campers. We decided to be naughty and drive onto our site rather than back in, because it would allow us to sit in our “front porch” (the front seats) and watch out over the lake. What made it naughty was that we had to drive the wrong way on a short loop of campground road in order to get onto our site this way. And then the electric and water supplies were closer from the site next door than ours. But there’s nobody here!

Maid of the mist

Our two earlybirds ventured out this morning into the fog before the campground stirred awake.

Robyn said when she breathed the moisture of the mist, its smell reminded her of snowy days in Canada as a child, and of her little red plastic mittens.

Ryan just came inside and laid down.

This damp place

Fog almost every morning. Shining beads of water glisten from everything. Moss grows even on the pavement!

The headline doesn’t mean we don’t like this place! The humidity seems to make it more comfortable…none of that wintertime static and chapped lips.

We’re enjoying the daily temps: usually in the 60s in daytime, 40-50 at night. We won’t be getting sunburned, but we won’t break a sweat either!

The lake is low….waaaay down, although up a bit from several years ago. Still, boats criss-cross it all day long. Check out the Clemson rowing teams this morning!

Out and about

Lovely day! Most of the day saw the high 50s, but it crescendoed very near 70.

We were out and about for sure….Ryan played ballerino, and Ross put up with pushes from Dad (he prefers Mom).

The boat pictured here was not towing the skier….he was actually surfing the boat’s wake!

Even at night

From our site, the view straight north is up the lake right at Clemson University.

By road, it’s about 5 miles, but up the lake it must be less than a mile.

Since we arrived, the weather has been rainy or cloudy, and usually breezy.

However, tonight things cleared up pretty well and Clemson added much to our view!

We’re getting spoiled

These federal campgrounds located at bodies of water are pretty stinkin good!

Really just campgrounds with boat launches, they avoid the volume of people who are coming to a park for the day. The sites are generally larger than what you find in state parks, and they’re located farther apart. They almost always provide 50 amp electric and water at each site.

They are also generally left more natural than state parks, without areas of mowed grass and trimmed trees.

And it seems their designers are more creative in arranging sites, so you have a site that nicely fits the needs of your equipment while also really putting you into the natural environment.

But it’s the true beauty of the place that captivates us! Even when overcast, the colors and textures of this camp constantly remind you of the glories of nature compared to what man creates. As we traveled through several towns on our way to this campground, Robyn remarked about how little she missed “civilization”.

We see water out every window of the coach! We might see about turning the coach around on our site, just for the change of view. Will keep you posted!

Yeah, this is more like it!

We stayed only one night at Watsadler Campground.

Arrived in the dark, in the rain, to a site that had a complicated driveway shared by two other sites. Oh baby, we sweat bullets getting onto our site (and we both got soaked….me, from scouting the site, and Robyn, from illuminating the hazards as I drove in).

Awoke this morning to a glorious vista! Our site was out on the end of a little peninsula, with a clear view of the length of the lake.

And it was still raining.

And when we looked back at our driveway, and the route the coach would traverse every day or two on the way to dump our tanks, we realized it was a miracle we had pulled in last night without damage!

Everything was too small for our coach….our site, its driveway, the camp roadway, even the dump site.

We left.

Asked the camp attendant to cancel the remainder of our 14-day stay, and headed 25 miles up the lake to our next campground. Rained all the way.

I mention rain, because since we left Dayton the day after Thanksgiving, I don’t think we’ve had more than 3 days of rain! I know, we’re lucky.

We already knew the site we had reserved starting in two weeks was available now….we just didn’t know if we’d like it enough to stay for a month!

Check out the picture of Robyn and her binoculars….that’s a view that doesn’t do justice to our site. Like it? We LOVE it!

We’re on the end of a small peninsula, and have a view of sunset and of sunrise from the coach!