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Can you say “dark”?

Can you say “rain”?

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We’re movin on

Wow, we’ve been in this one campground for over three weeks!

That’s not usually possible, because they limit campers to 14 days straight in these federal parks. But this is the slow season, even in warmer Georgia, and only part of the campground is open because use is so small. So the nice attendant lady hasn’t worried a bit about our overstaying the limit.

The nice attendant lady has actually been one reason why we stayed….Margaret has been here for over 12 years and clearly knows her stuff, but much more than that, she is such a sensible sweetie! We’ve really enjoyed our dealings with her and getting to know her! It won’t be the same without her next week.

Watch the “Here we are!” tab tomorrow. It should show us moving from here before noon and heading mostly north to the town of Hartwell, GA. We’ll do shopping for two weeks of groceries, then move nearly due east a few miles to the foot of Lake Hartwell to Watsadler Campground, another federal park.

Hope to post pictures shortly from there, and hope they show a place nearly as nice as this one!

Eagles in love

We heard before we arrived that this lake is home to a number of Bald Eagles, but Robyn has not been able to spot even one before today.

Ah, today.

A dreary day with little sprinkles now and then. But the temp was nice at 66, and the sun shined through once or twice.

Couldn’t walk far or you’d get wet. Nothing to do but watch the lake with binoculars.

When it rains, it pours. Eagles, in this case.

Robyn spotted an immature eagle circling a flock of coots in the distance, and sure enough he or she flew low a couple times and grabbed one of the coots! The eagle flew with its catch around a point and out of view.

Only to reappear almost immediately with a more mature Bald Eagle in hot pursuit! They came toward Robyn, the immature clutching its catch while doing aerobatics with the nearly-white headed one.

As they came toward Robyn, the two eagles split across our inlet, the immature landing across the way, and the more mature…..nearly landing on us! He or she quickly realized the mistake and flew across the inlet past the other one and over the trees and out of view.

Robyn had already sounded the alarm, so I was getting the camera, big lens, and tripod ready for action.

The immature was nearly impossible to photograph, perched quite a distance from us and back in the shadows of the trees. Eagles of this age look like massive ruffians, their feathers rough and jagged, and their coloring a blotchy brown and cream. Because their feathers can’t lie smooth like adults, they make the birds look much bigger than they really are. Their legs usually become yellow early on, but their beaks gradually turn yellow from the base to the tip.

The bird flew….and I got the first picture you see here. Closest shooting of the day!

It circled, then flew away from us….joined almost immediately by the more mature eagle (on the left in the second picture).

And then it all became clear….the aerobatics in the third picture here was foreplay! The fourth picture would be x-rated but for the discreet branch obscuring our view!

The fifth picture shows the immature flying overhead with a branch in his talons (he was on top out back in picture 4). He’s apparently showing off his nest-building abilities!

Picture six shows the happy couple beginning their honeymoon!

Whew, I’m exhausted from watching…..


There’s a lot of cushion and crunch underfoot in this campground. Mostly massive pine trees, but many oak trees scattered throughout.

That makes for a mat of needles almost everywhere, and a nice texture of oak leaves added in the woods. Interesting to see how the needles coat so many structures and surfaces, because they don’t blow like leaves.

Ross and Ryan seem to prefer one of the two gravel driveways to our site….the one with alot of pine needles that seem to soften and smooth the surface, compared to the one with such pronounced rocks!

And they always enjoy strolling along the edge of the camp road where oak leaves c-r-u-n-c-h underfoot.

However, not everything underfoot is vegetation.

Let me stand next to your fire

Who could think of Jimi Hendrix out here?

Or Ohio Players.

Or Bruce Springsteen.

(they all had big hits titled “Fire”)

We’ve been keeping our campsite fire going day and night! We’ll probably never be able to sell the coach, because buyers will smell the smoke and want to know about the fire damage.

But look at those flames, the smoke, the charcoal….those embers!

(or The Doors)

Grizzled and scraggly

I’ve been called a lot of things….

No, no, I’m talking about our surroundings.

Despite the southerness of our location, deciduous trees lose their leaves, weeds die, and grass mostly browns out around here. Because we are surrounded by huge pine trees, there is still alot of green overhead, but their needles make for a thick, brown mat underfoot.

Still, there are a lot of things dead or dormant until spring brings warmer daily temps.

But not us! We’re alive and well…..thriving, actually, in these surroundings. Have decided to stay here another week!

Oh baby, this is living!

Check it out, Rich not only saws up the logs around camp, but he loads them up and brings them to our site. AND THEN HE STARTS SPLITTING THEM!

He at least found a wedge and sledge I could borrow from another camper, so I could help.

I knew you wouldn’t believe a photo of me splitting wood, so didn’t try to capture it.

Actually, the headline refers to last evening’s dinner at Rich and Laura’s campsite. They own a farm in Michigan, and brought along some of their own ground beef for our hamburgers….cooked over a campfire. Oh baby, you can taste good meat! Great pasta salad. The coup de grĂ¢ce was cooking our individual apple pies over the fire!

We slept well last night.

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