It's called camping. But, I have a difficult time calling it camping...I have a queen-size bed, hot water, a flush toilet and refrigerator. If there is electricity available, I also have heat and air conditioning and a microwave oven. There is usually electricity available, for a small fee. But, it's still called camping, because we're usually in the woods some place. We like a state or national park better than a private campground, usually. Some private campgrounds, like some KOAs, are pretty fancy places. They have swimming pools, hayrides for the children, playground games and recreation halls with video games and hot dogs. Other private campgrounds, like other KOAs, have no ammenities, but have quiet, wooded sites. We usually prefer the places where we provide our own entertainment. So, the campgrounds at Lake Jordan appeal to us because the sites are large, many trees between the sites, and it is on the lake. And, there is water and electricity.
This is our campsite, right on the lake. Stuart found this one in a small cove, where we had blue herons, a bald eagle and other songbirds to entertain us. We launched our kayaks right there, too.
Our campsite, from thigh-deep water...
The sunset colors...
We drove on to Wilkesboro, where we visited Terri and Ray. Ray brought out some locally made products for us to sample! Terri served two delicious dinners, and we enjoyed the back deck one evening. Their gardens are lush, backed up to the woods. They've had rain almost daily, and I'm jealous. When they lived in Wilmington, she moved many flowers from her garden to mine, including some crinum lilies and primroses she lifted from a famous National Historic Site!
I taught a sewing class for the Wilkes County Quilt Guild, and had a great day with that group. No fear in any of them, game to try anything!
We 'camped' at a Corp of Engineers project, Kerr Scott Dam and Reservoir, and would go there again.
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