Camping with our kids

   If you look back through our blog, you will see that we were busy in June and July. Busy meaning lots of trips and camping. Our neighbors kept asking where have you been and when are you leaving again. It is mid August and the travel urge finally kicked in. We called Jimmy and Lisa and asked what weekend could they camp. Next weekend? Fine! How about High Falls State Park, 40 miles south of Atlanta? Great! See you Friday night!
    On Friday morning, August 26th, we loaded up and drove 100 miles to High Falls State Park. The park was nearly empty, so we could pick any campsite. After setting up, we traveled to the grocery store, then back to our campsite to await the arrival of Jimmy, Lisa, and Ian. Unfortunately, Francie had to work.
   The kids arrived with good and bad news. They brought burgers to grill for supper. That was the good news. The bad news had three parts; (1) Jimmy was on crutches due to a flare up in his knee, (2) Jimmy's job might disappear because his workplace is closing, and (3) Ian had no pump for his air mattress. We could do nothing about (1) and (2), so we solved (3) by borrowing a mattress from the trailer for Ian's bed.
   Shortly after we finished brunch Saturday morning, Melanie called. She and the three grand kids decided to join us for a day time visit. Games, hikes, lunch, DVDs, crafts, etc. made the day fly by. After Mel and the kids left, it was cocktail time, then a dinner of beef and chicken fajitas. Did I mention that we had no TV and no internet connection, so we drank and talked a lot.
   After the Roberts left Sunday morning, Lydia and I watched the rest of the campers leave. We walked the campground in mid afternoon and discovered that we were the only campers. Later that day Lydia and I discovered a "gift" from the park. Each of us had a small tick attached to our leg. Small meaning about 1/16 of an inch diameter. They looked like a freckle. Even though we carefully removed the ticks, their bite remained for nearly a week.
   We slept in Monday morning before packing up and heading home. Going home is never fun! As we left the park, we discovered their dump station was out of order. We detoured to a nearby state park called Indian Springs said to be a oldest park in America. After dumping our tanks, we drove through the park. Hey! We should have camped here. Maybe next time!