If you visit Roan Mountain, the Roan Mountain Gristmill visitor’s center is a must see. The Gristmill has clean restrooms, a very nice gift shop, some educational areas that kids will especially like and the Mill itself, which has artifacts throughout. Part of the river runs in front of the Vistor’s Center. Fly fishermen were working the river on the day we went. And lastly, a beautiful old working waterwheel rounds out the scenery. The staff at the visitor’s center are very pleasant and helpful.
We hiked the Peg Leg Mine Trail an easy half mile natural trail that takes you to an ruins of an 1800s iron ore mine. The mine shaft was closed for safety reasons, but you could tell where the entrance was. My husband and son were fascinated by the ruins. You could walk down steps to the entrance. They weren’t as easy as I would have liked so I stayed at top, however it wasn’t too far down so viewing it wasn’t a problem.
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Roan Mountain State park
Part of Roan Mtn. Visitor Center
Peg Leg Mine Trail
Sadler State Park turned out to be quite a gem, 395 Acres of beautiful forests on a peninsula of Lake Hartwell (56,000 acres). We stayed on Loop #1, site # 1, a pull through that abutts up to the water.
After quickly setting up, little man and I took a walk down to the beach area. He and I, loaded with our cameras, partook in a few photography lessons. I talked to him about composition and foreground and background. He caught on quickly; took a few of his own shots on his Kodak camera his dad had given him and then took off to run the beach. Lessons over, I took many beautiful landscape shots of the lake and its shores. I practiced what I learned in the book Perfect Exposure (I’ll edit with the authors name later.) Using the sand as my midtones, I got perfect shots. Can’t wait to see them on my Surface.
When we checked into the campground little man decided, for some odd reason, that he was afraid to fall in the water! He didn’t want to stay at the site we had chosen. Of course, we didn’t listen to him and number one it was. After seeing how shallow the water was at the shore he decided it was quite safe to play knee-deep for several hours.
We had a lovely evening and slept very well. The next morning, little man earned his level 1 Junior Ranger badge. We had a nice chat with Ranger Austin who suggested we come in the fall. I do believe our Thanksgiving week plans have been made.
Thump, thump. Flat tire on US1! The front left passenger side of the camper suffered a flat tire. Actually, flat is an understatement-it was shredded. Not to worry, Capt. Jim was totally prepared. The best tool he carried was an impact wrench, as it made quick work of the lugnuts. He was a Pit Stop Demon!
Which is good, because,
have I said how much I hate sweat and gnats?
Gordonia State Park was hard to find due to poor signage. We almost missed it. There was a separate entrance that we happened on while heading to Walmart. We followed the GPS even though the sign on the road said “Dead End.” It wasn’t a Dead End. Go figure.
It has a lot to offer; golf course, splash pad, lake, canoe rental. The sites were clean although oddly set up. Gnats were absolutely relentless, so be aware you might decide to stay in your camper.
The office was at the golf course club house, however that too was not clearly marked. We had to guess (although correctly) that was where we were to sign in. And there was no RV turn around. It was very difficult on Captain Jim to have to flip flop the camper and avoid golf carts. So if, dear readers, you choose to go here please note that it’s a kinda hunt and peck situation.
Lil Man probably would say that the splash pad was the best part of the park. I got some terrific shots there. We didn’t stay long though, because it wasn’t very parent friendly. There were lots of kids, but only so many hot, metal benches for parents to sit on and not efficient shading.
All in all, probably wouldn’t go back to camp there, however, I could see where it’s a good day park to visit.
Laura Walker State Park is in Georgia. This park has pleasant staff. I loved how the Rangers talk to the kids as they played. We watched as he even went over to a teen boy on a bike and shook his hand and had a short conversation. This is a quiet, clean, well kept campground. There was a small playground that Lil Man absolutely loved playing at. He meet another child and played four hours. It’s a nice on the way stop.
Saturday, June 3rd, 2017
After an uneventful, quiet night at Laura S Walker State Park we are once again on the road. Having no coffee “in the house” causes one to pack quickly and efficiently. The gas problem was solved five miles down the road in a teeny tiny town called Hoboken. I kid you not! We filled up tanks, coffee and gas and continued our travels down Highway 121. Some travelers would not be content to take these country highways, but I truly am. Lately, I have suffered terrible traffic anxiety, seeing an accident in every turn. Taking these meandering byways are peaceful and truly beautiful. It allows you to see a side of life one cannot see on major highways. Little to no traffic makes it stress free for both myself and Captain Jim. My only regret is I can’t stop at every rustic barn, quiet town and cute cow to take a picture. Destination Gordonia State Park.
Friday June 2nd, 180 miles into the trip.
How can a whole town be without electricity? We stopped for lunch along Highway 121, Brandy Branch Road AKA Brady Brunch Road, according to Captain Jim. It was a quaint, meaning tiny, little gas station. We pulled in and decided to have some lunch and a much-needed bathroom break. It was pouring rain and as we sat in our home away from home we decided we could push it a little further down the road for a bigger gas station. The town of Folkston was only about fifteen miles down the road. What a nightmare! Our targeted gas station was closed and construction was blocking the entrance to further gas stations. “No problem”, says Captain Jim, “I can get us in there.” Well here (Flash Foods) was down for the count as the electricity was out and so was the next place, the next and the next. As we drove through this god-forsaken town of Folkston Georgia, it was becoming apparent electricity was not to be had anywhere. Our first nights destination, Laura S Walker State Park, being only about 30 miles down the road, we will traverse on and hope to find gas along the way.