Head ‘em up, move ‘em out!

Fuel stop along Interstate 20

 

I went from a three bedroom home packed full of 25 years worth of “stuff” down to a 6′ x 9′ pallete of goods in less than 30 days.  I got by with a little help from my friends — Craig’s List, ebay, a garage sale, Good Will, and Atlanta Step-up, a local charity that helps homeless families get back on their feet again.

I sold every last bit of my furniture except for four things — an antique desk and china cabinet that belonged to my grandmother, and a glass coffee and a sofa table that I gave to my good friend Nita.  My last night in the house, Sunday, was the hardest when I had to get everything into boxes and into the U – Haul, get the house completely cleaned out, and get myself cleaned up to make it to the closing at the Real Estate attorney’s office by 11:00am. I stayed up until 5:00am that night working as hard as I could go, then had to get up at 6:00am to start again. I got maybe 30 minutes sleep that night.

A can of Red Bull got me through the hour-long closing with the cash buyer, an 80 year old woman with a bright red wig, red lipstick, and red fingernails to match.  She never shut up during the entire closing while I sat there stabbing myself in the leg with a fountain pen trying to stay awake.  As soon  as the paperwork was signed with check in hand, I headed straight to the U-Haul location to hook up the auto-transport with my car in tow to get out of downtown Atlanta and onto I-20 before the traffic started to pick up. I drove for about 2 hours, then had to pull into a grocery store parking lot and just sleep for an hour, as I could physically go no further.

I made it as far as Tuscaloosa, Alabama the first night with a white knuckle grip on the steering wheel through pouring rain and single-lane construction.  Thank goodness for the Motel 6 with pull-through parking, where I fell asleep at 7:00pm and slept like a dead person until 4:00am the next morning.  I was on the road by 5:00am the next morning, driving the additional 12 hours straight through. I was exhausted, but towing the car was not as bad as I thought it would be once I got used to it. Nine hundred miles, and I only hit one curb!

Now what’s left of my worldly possessions are sitting in my parent’s garage awaiting delivery of my new storage shed, with the hope that the value of the storage shed did not exceed the value of the “stuff!”

Congaree National Park

My friend Brian recently challenged me to name how many of our 58 national parks I had visited thus far.  As we compared our lists, Brian reminded me that one of our nation’s newest parks, Congaree National Park named for the Congaree Indians, was just over the border from me near Columbia, South Carolina.   I had to admit, I had never heard of this park before, but reading about the largest old growth floodplain forest in the US peaked my interest.  The forest canopy is reported to be the tallest deciduous forest on earth, comprised of “champion” trees over 135 feet high.  But it was the offer of the FREE ranger guided canoe tour that had me planning my weekend getaway to this unfamiliar wilderness.

Congaree National Park

I don’t know if it was just me, or if this park was exceedingly hard to find.  I headed toward Columbia with an out of date map, no GPS, and a naïve dependence on the big brown road signs that I have come to associate with parks and playgrounds.   However, I went 40 miles out of the way and made 270 degrees of turns, getting 5 miles within the park before I ever saw a sign.  Considering there are only 58 “official” national parks in the entire nation, it seems the Columbia tourist bureau would promote this attraction from every freeway, but not so.    It would take me most of the afternoon, a stop at the local beer market, and directions from an obviously intoxicated motorcycle rider to finally find the turnoff.

My Congaree Campsite

Congaree only has eight campground sites and a backcountry camping area, neither which can be reserved.  There did not appear to be any other accommodations in close proximity, and since I was running late I was a bit apprehensive about my overnight arrangements.  I had hoped to camp, but was also prepared to drive back into Columbia to find a hotel if necessary.  However, I got lucky with the second-to-last remaining site just as dusk was falling.  Although it had “pit toilets” only, it offered a peaceful and serene setting on the edge of the forest with a nocturnal symphony to lull me to sleep.

Twenty miles of hiking trails!

Boardwalk Trail

Although the park is 24,000 acres, most of Congaree National Park is wilderness area due to the floodplain which floods on an average of ten times per year.  It is a short drive into the park to reach the Harry Hampton Visitor Center, which also marks the entrance of the 2.4 mile, Self-guided Boardwalk Trail through the old growth forest of Bald Cypress, Water Tupelo, Loblolly Pine, and assorted hardwoods.   This boardwalk is arranged in a square pattern with 21 interpretive stops along the way and benches to sit and soak in the sounds of the forest.  It contains both an Elevated Boardwalk six feet above the forest floor, as well as a Low Boardwalk that puts you down at the level of the wide bases of the Bald Cypress trees, the largest having a circumference of twenty-seven feet!

Bald Cypress "knees"

I always thought these characteristic “stumps” surrounding the Bald Cypress trees were once smaller trees which were now fallen or rotted from the swamp.  However, they are actually called “knees,” thought to either provide oxygen to the roots in the low oxygen swamp, or to act as buttresses to anchor the tall trees in the watery soil.   These knees growing up to seven feet high beneath the draping Spanish moss from the branches overhead give the eerie atmosphere of an “enchanted forest.”

Ranger William outlines the route

The real excitement for me came in the ranger guided canoe trip.  Reservations are only taken one day per quarter for these trips, so they are harder to win than a Top 40 radio contest.  I sat for two hours hitting the “redial” button over and over last September until I finally hit the lotto for an October weekend.

My ride...

We had a total of four canoes and three kayaks on the tour.  Since I was a “solo paddler,” I got one of the single kayaks, which made me even happier!   We paddled down the Cedar Creek at a leisurely pace while William, our Park Ranger and Mike the park volunteer offered tidbits and trivia about the founding of the park, its diverse occupants, and the ebb and flow of the ecosystem.   We didn’t see much wildlife;  a couple of brown water snakes, some turtles, and a golden silk orb-weaver spider, named for the golden silk color of her web, but the outing exceeded my expectations.  It was both a relaxing and educational way to see more of this national park by a leisurely paddle deep into the wilderness.

A pleasant way to explore the wilderness

I will close with this quote from the park brochure:  “The Congaree holds more secrets just waiting to be discovered.  The eternal rhythms of wind and calm, fire and ice, floods and droughts, life and death remind us that we are here only temporarily.”   I am grateful to be here long enough to explore one more of our National Parks!

October seemed the perfect time to visit!

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Providence Canyon, GA

Providence Canyon, GA

As I headed towards Columbus on Columbus Day, I contemplated the irony of this holiday which should instead be known as Native American Indian Day, since they were here first.  Instead, we reserve that celebration for Thanksgiving remembrance when we ate their corn, stole their land, and gave them syphilis.  But I digress already.

Overlook from picnic area

In celebration of my birthday, I wanted to go some place I had not yet visited while getting outdoors to enjoy “October’s Bright Blue Weather*.”  My destination was the rarely publicized Providence Canyon in southwest Georgia, also known as “Georgia’s Little Grand Canyon.”  This State Park had been on my “to do” list since I first moved to Georgia eight years ago.  It is located in the middle of nowhere just outside of Lumpkin, GA, which is also in the middle of nowhere, a couple of hours south of Columbus, GA.  (A word of caution, make sure you take a left in Columbus and don’t do as I did by following the interstate I-185 straight into the armed gates of Fort Benning!)

The southwestern part of Georgia reminds me a lot of East Texas –cotton fields, tall pines, and lots of mud-covered ATV’s driven by burly men and women wearing camouflage.  I stopped for a bag of ice to fill my cooler at the corner market at an intersection of two farm-to-market roads.   They sold ice by the scoop from an ice machine in the back of the store, right in between the worms and crickets for sale.   I had never seen crickets for sale before – you could hear them before you could see them.  My conversation with the woman behind the counter went like this:

Me:  “There must be a lot of hunting around here.  Everyone’s wearing camouflage.”
Her:  “Yes maay-haam!”
Me:  “What do they hunt for?”
Her:  (said in a dry, nasally monotone) “Innythang that moooves…”:
Me:  (said while backing slowly toward the door,) “Okay, well, I’ll just be going now…”

From the canyon floor

There are several ways to explore Providence Canyon.  You can enjoy some phenomenal overlook views from the picnic areas along the entrance road.   You can descend down into the canyon from the trailhead behind the Visitor’s Center and just hit the highlights (Canyons 4 and 5 are the most scenic.)   You can take the three mile “white blaze” circuit trail which cuts through the canyon and loops up and around the overlook sites.   Or you can explore each one of the nine small canyons.  I opted to do all of the above.  I hiked through the canyon for four straight hours without stopping.   It would have been even longer if not for the fact that the park was closing at 6:00pm.

Creek leads to canyon exploration

I recommend a good pair of hiking boots to explore the canyon, because at a minimum, you must ford  a small stream on the canyon floor where water runs about an inch deep.  If you wish to explore further into the nine canyons, much of this is done along this muddy creek bed, in loose sand, or climbing over rocks and tree roots.  Although some do it in sandals, hiking boots are just easier to navigate the mud and sand.

Each canyon has different ambiance

The contrast of colors was just jaw-dropping.  The eroded walls ranged from deep russet to fiery red against a cobalt blue sky.   Less susceptible to erosion was the white sandstone which stood out like embossed marble sculptures against the red canyon walls, accented by deep greens of the pines and crimson reds of the hardwoods at the peak of fall color.

October's Bright Blue Weather

Providence Canyon State Park only offers backcountry camping options where everything must be packed in and out along an eight mile trail.  Although I have long wanted to try backcountry camping, I didn’t think my birthday weekend was the best choice for a solo primitive wilderness experience; so instead I sought out a campground with a few conveniences.   My research led me to three campground options:

The closest campsite to the canyon was Florence Marina State Park which offered sites that could be reserved in advance.  They boasted “full hook-ups in every site!”  However, in spite of the acres of beautiful green waterfront property, the campsites were all crammed along three parallel paved “alleys” angled in like a Sonic Drive-in.    It was impossible to tell where one occupant ended and the other began.  It was like one massive RV parking lot….not ideal for the tent camper, wedged in between big rigs with their humming generators providing the ambiance beside the campfire.

Rood River Campground

The second option, Rood River, was a “fisherman’s camp” with 22 campsites positioned along the river.   Although they were “first come – first served,” and the price was right (FREE!) it was a little heavy on the testosterone for this solo female camper.   The sites were beautifully shaded under the hanging Spanish moss from the giant oak trees overhead, but lined up one next to the other, it was difficult for me to imagine being comfortable enough to step out of my tent at night when nature called.

Cotton Hill Campground

The third option would have had even Goldilocks proclaiming “Just right!”   Although it was a bit far from the canyon at 40 miles south, it was the quintessential camping experience.  Called “Cotton Hill” for a reason, it was down miles of two lane flanked on both sides by tall cotton, snow-white bolls open and ready to be stripped from their stalks.  Finally, I reached the turn-off into a tall pine forest in what was a quiet, serene setting with plenty of wide open space and beauty abound.

“Cotton Hill Campground” got great reviews in my “Best Tent Camping in Georgia” book.  The author stressed “Pine Hill Loop is the place to be.”  Unfortunately, Pine Hill Loop had already been closed for the season…..Until, that is, the night before I arrived.  Since it was a three day weekend, they were turning people away, so the Army Corp of Engineers agreed to open up the loop for the weekend.  Although the RV side of the loop filled up quickly, I was the only tent camper in the park, so I had the entire loop all to myself.  Call it luck; call it manifestation; it made for a magnificent camping experience.

Cotton Hill Park was the cleanest, best maintained campground I think I have ever visited.  Even the tent sites had water and electricity with smooth, level tent pads.  And each campsite was right on the shoreline of beautiful George T Bagby Lake.  The scenic shoreline and calm coves surrounding the pine covered islands would have made the idyllic place for a sunset paddle in my Sea Eagle inflatable kayak.  There was only one small problem…

Gators!

Although I don’t usually give in to fear, I didn’t really want to make the headlines by being eaten on my birthday.

My campfire feast!

After a full day of hiking, I enjoyed the perfect campfire feast – sirloin strip, baked potato and corn on the cob roasted over the hot coals, and a celebratory bottle of Argentinean Malbec, polished off with a little dark chocolate beside the campfire beneath a star-filled sky and waxing moon.  

It was a good day to celebrate being born…

Campfire and Malbec...mmmm...

 

*October’s Bright Blue Weather

by Helen Hunt Jackson

O suns and skies and clouds of June,
And flowers of June together,
Ye cannot rival for one hour
October’s bright blue weather;

When loud the bumblebee makes haste,
Belated, thriftless vagrant,
And goldenrod is dying fast,
And lanes with grapes are fragrant;

When gentians roll their fingers tight
To save them for the morning,
And chestnuts fall from satin burrs
Without a sound of warning;

When on the ground red apples lie
In piles like jewels shining,
And redder still on old stone walls
Are leaves of woodbine twining;

When all the lovely wayside things
Their white-winged seeds are sowing,
And in the fields still green and fair,
Late aftermaths are growing;

When springs run low, and on the brooks,
In idle golden freighting,
Bright leaves sink noiseless in the hush
Of woods, for winter waiting;

When comrades seek sweet country haunts,
By twos and twos together,
And count like misers, hour by hour,
October’s bright blue weather.

O sun and skies and flowers of June,
Count all your boasts together,
Love loveth best of all the year
October’s bright blue weather.

America’s Largest RV Show!

Hershey RV Show

After three visits to the Atlanta RV and Camping Show, I can now recognize the same models, the same show layout, and even the same cheesy Georgia Bulldog decorations.  So this year, I decided to try a different venue in hopes of seeing some models not typically demo’ed at the Atlanta show.  What better venue than “America’s LARGEST RV Show” in Hershey, PA?   I was getting serious this time…I even bought the three day pass! Continue reading

Dominica, The Nature Isle

Dominica, (pronounced Dom-uh-NEE-kuh,) not to be confused with the Dominican Republic, this island is much further down south near St. Lucia. Actually a Commonwealth which gained independence from Britian in 1978, this volcanic, mountainous island nicknamed “The Nature Isle” is a part of the Lesser Antilles chain.

I have wanted to visit this island covered in lush rain forest, waterfalls, and volcanic mineral pools since my brother Don and his wife Kathey were there back in 1999.  They reported back on the pristine natural beauty, affordability, and lack of commercialism typically associated with the Caribbean.  When I read the entry line from the Lonely Planet website, “Dominica is the place to go for those who prefer hiking boots over high heels and are content with a nightlife where the only music is the murmur of the jungle,” I knew I had found my place!

Would I still find this a pristine, unspoiled paradise? Please read on to find out…

The Jungle Bay Bubble

Ginger Lily Cottage

I slowed way down once I got to my third and final stop, the beautiful Jungle Bay Eco Lodge, noted as much for its “adventure” packages as for its pampering at the Spa du Soliel, where all the treatment rooms are open to the sounds of the ocean crashing on the rocks below. I was in it much more for the pampering, as every day in Dominica had offered some type of “adventure” since I arrived. Continue reading