Our trip for today was taking the Invader to Laura Walker State Park near Waycross, GA. Northern Florida and southern Georgia have beautiful roads with ample conifer and hardwood forests lining both sides. Our Garmin tried to send us down a dirt road into the park but we outsmarted it by ignoring it’s advice and making it take us by an alternate route. I am a big chicken about taking a 51 foot, 10 ton monster down roads that I am not sure lead anywhere since getting stuck or turning around may be impossible and backing up is problematic if required to reverse for more than the first straight section.
We ultimately made it into the park and the spaces are bordering a lake that was intentionally lowered for some type of construction but there was still water in the lake. We were notified in advance that the lake was going to have a reduced volume but we went anyway and we were not disappointed. The campground is very nice with water and electrical hookups that were more than adequate. We met some folks along the lake that had dogs and they let us play with them. It is nice to still see doggles when ours are so conveniently remaining at home in San Diego.
We drove into Waycross after we set up the Invader in the campground since it was only about 5 miles away. Waycross (at least the part we saw) has an abundance of old, formerly beautiful houses that seem to be falling apart from neglect or extended vacancy and it seems a pity because the variety of architectural styles is amazing with a good mix of Craftsman and Victorian styles. I don’t know what happened in this community but it seems to be falling apart. Maybe some factory closed down or industry failed.
Peg found a fabric store which made her happy although I was smart-assing in the store so she got me away from there pretty quickly. We also noted that the weather seems to be unusually warm and there seemed to be a substantial fly hatch so we were able to keep ourselves busy executing flies with my Bug-A-Salt, a gun that shoots table salt like a shotgun that makes killing flies sporty.