The lack of internet at Flint Creek turned out to be a great thing. We didn’t have to hear bad news, and it felt like we were given the gift of a week out of time… almost like another dimension.
We had made our reservations two months ago. But right before we left I checked the weather and it was grim. Days in the mid nineties with heat indexes ranging from 101 to 109 with thunderstorms every day.
But we prayed for good weather and headed out to meet Gail and Mike anyway. And the weather amazed us.
Our site was in dappled or deep shade all day. Almost always there was enough breeze to keep us from stifling. The thunderstorms never materialized. We’d hear distant thunder and see the storm clouds approaching, but they would go around us. The only rain we had was the first day we arrived, and it was light and didn’t last long. The only exception was a freak wind that threatened to destroy our awning one evening. We managed to get the awning in and get Gail’s canopy bungied to a fence, and in a few minutes it had passed.
And the water! It was the first time we had frolicked in a sand bottom lake in many years. We felt like kids again.
Most importantly, Gail and I had time to spend together. It was precious to both of us.
The people from the surrounding areas were another gift out of time. I hadn’t seen that level of courtesy and good manners in decades. The kids were remarkably well behaved. All week the only sounds from them were the delightful sounds of happy children playing. No
screaming. No rudeness. No tantrums. Please. Thank you. Smiles. Ron was out walking one day and said hello to a young teenage boy. The boy actually tipped his cap to Ron… a sign of respect for elders that I didn’t think existed anywhere anymore. And in town, friendly waves and smiles instead of rude gestures when, due to being unfamiliar with the area, we made a couple of traffic mistakes.
We fell in love with southern Mississippi. Seriously in love! 🙂
Oh, there was the one requisite group of belligerent drunks that showed up at the swimming beach Friday. We felt threatened and left. But within a few minutes a ranger showed up and escorted them out of the park.
We left this morning with memories that will warm us for a long time.
We drove for about 4 hours and were getting tired. When we saw a sign for the Jennings Ferry COE campground near Eutaw, AL, we decided to stop for a couple of days. The park is super clean with spacious, private, level sites and great views on the waterfront side. We were surprised to see (and hear) a tug pushing a huge barge past our sites earlier this evening. It will be fun to watch them from the shore tomorrow.
And our senior rate for this campground…. a whopping $18 for two days!