Our little Aliner is parked at Indian Springs State Park in Middle Georgia tonight. It’s a gorgeous place. There are very few campers here, so it is peaceful and very private.
Turning off I-75 onto Highway 42 felt like entering another world. It’s a curving, two lane, very rural road still sporting autumn colored scenery, with several cattle operations along the way.
We built a camp fire, and Ron grilled burgers. As we were sitting around the fire after dark, Ron remarked, “This is real camping!” It couldn’t have been a more relaxed and satisfying camping experience.
There is so much here to explore, but unfortunately we don’t have time to check out the Creek Indian museum, the springs, or any of the other beautiful sights. We definitely plan on coming back when we can spend more time.
We did discover that this is the oldest state park in the country. Amazing that it is still so unspoiled.
Oh… I did want to mention the camp host. He is probably the friendliest and most helpful camp host I’ve ever run into. His name is Dick. I’m curious to find out if he is here year round or not. He seemed genuinely disappointed to hear that we were only staying one night.