Yesterday we did very little except prep to leave Natchez Trace Thousand Trails for more fun to the east. Today we departed this large campground. The scenery and wildlife and most of the folks were great but management loves to mow the huge expanses of grass at the crack of dawn prior to our normal wake-up and in the evening when the dry soil and pollen can emanate from the mowers’ exhausts as giant clouds of asthma. The one jerk we met was a fellow Californian who, in a fit of ineptitude, ran over our bird feeder with his RV while his phone-fascinated spouse watched without doing anything until it was too late. Jerks.
We drove a bit south from the campground before we got on venerable US-64 and we stayed on it all the way to Winchester where we pulled into Winchester City Park almost right downtown. There are massive ball fields, a lake right across the road, lots of folks having fun, no wifi, no sewer and shaky RV spots. We got into the only one that was long enough to take our 34′ trailer but it runs uphill pretty steeply so we are camping on a bit of a slant. As long as I keep my feet on the floor of the RV, my nifty swivel chair stays right where I want it. If I lift my feet, the casters take the chair right to the bathroom/restroom passageway closer to the front of the rig.