This morning, my four-year-old daughter, Lillian, was up with me before daybreak. We were snuggled up together in the passenger’s seat of the RV, trying not to awaken her two-year old brother asleep in the pack-n-play next to us. She interrupted the silence and whispered, “Mama, what’s that sound?” What was it? I listened. It was 6 AM. The sky was still dark. It was not the sound of coyotes or owls or frogs…we can get all those noises on our farm at home. It was the sound of the highway. I laughed out loud. My little country girl didn’t recognize the sound of traffic.
I guess for most people “camping” is a break from a busy life into something quieter and simpler. So far, for us, “camping” has been in RV parks off of the interstate–in the middle of everything we want to see and do. While we have had the occasional fire in the small fire pit outside the door of our camper (steps away from where our “neighbors” tie out their tiny travel-dogs), we have yet to grace the gates of a state or national park in our RV. We’ve gone to them…just using our car and coming back at the end of the day to the RV park. The only boon-docking that we have done was in a Lowe’s parking lot.
It works for us. We like having as much electricity, water, and sewer as we need. We don’t really sit and rest well anyway. We must not be alone in this; I think that there are probably 150 other RVs, campers, and tents sharing this KOA with us. There are lots of things for the kids to do: a playground, a pool, a jumping pad, and a putt-putt area. Of course, we haven’t DONE all of these things…but we COULD. I have taken advantage of the free pancake breakfast once–and spilled the orange juice and the microwave bacon trying to get them back to my campsite.
Although we are not at the beach, our home base is providing quick access to St. Simons Island, Cumberland Island, Jekyll Island, Timucuan Ecological and Historic Preserve, and the Okefenokee Swamp. We are near lots of good seafood restaurants. (We can always come back to the RV and make s’mores!) We will be moving our rig to Savannah next week–where we will be staying at another RV park. That one is on a farm!
Today, however, we plan to visit the Okefenokee Swamp and get acquainted with some alligators–hopefully from a safe distance. Yes, I know that we aren’t really camping. I’m ok with that. I’m not much for sleeping on the ground anyway–although I did sacrifice my nice pillow to my nine-year old son, Mont, last night who’s pillow was “too squishy”. Now, that’s roughing it!