Camping in the South: September 2016

This years Labor Day camping was at Natural Tunnel State Park. We're starting to make a tradition out of camping here over Labor Day... LOL :)

When we got there we were surprised to find that there were a lot of sites with placards on them but no campers there. Evidently someone had checked in all their buddies, without their buddies being there and put their placards on all the close spots. To me this is not a fair practice since you are not allowed to reserve specific spots and kind of goes back to the old days of showing up early and placing a folding chair or pup tent as a way of holding a spot for your friends. Long story short, there were only 2 spots to choose from in a campground that was half empty. We chose the best of the two which turned out to be site #10.

Things turned out after all because of all the spots, my wife liked this one the best because of its privacy (like having your own backyard without any other campers in site) and that it is right next to the bath house. As long as she's happy.... I'm happy :)

First night (Steak.... its whats for Dinner... )

Second day, my daughter rescued this moth (a.k.a. Alfred) who was hanging around the community sink and was about to get drowned by my wife's dish washing.

Alfred liked hanging out with my daughter so much that he refused to leave and hung out with us for the remainder of the day.... We went for a short hike up the road and back... Alfred clung to my daughters shirt the whole way there and back...

Mom and Dad came to visit and brought food....

Family Pic's.....

Don't ask me what she's talking about ????

Hanging out....

Later that day we took a "Hay Ride"... only without the "Hay" though the local area around the park. They told stories about the man who built the original fort (Below) and the "Daniel Boone Wilderness Trail" how it was a toll road. How not all Slaves back then were black, some were Irish. We learned about out the many sink holes around that area and how the Natural tunnel was formed. The thing I remember most is about the story of Chief Benge who was a half indian who sold captured people as slaves up north. "He was a pretty Evil Guy"