Let's Try Again Sept 2020

Yesterday we traveled about 50 miles to Moccasin Creek State Park in Clarksville, GA.  Our goal again was have a picnic lunch and see if it would be a good place to overnight a day or two. 

The park is on Lake Burton, a 2775 acre reservoir with 62 miles of shoreline.  Not much shoreline was allotted to the park.

Nor much picnic space.  The park is mostly an RV campground.  It was surprisingly full, and we did not see anyone wearing a mask.

 

So, we turned around to find another picnic spot.  It looked as though this would be a fun place to party, but no one here was wearing a mask or social distancing.  I guess they were too "plastered" to be concerned about the virus.  Maybe that's why Georgia is one of the hottest covid spots.

Bob suggested we stop at Chau Ram, a county park near home.

It was as beautiful as ever, and free with our senior Oconee County pass.

Plus, with reminders like this, it felt like a safe place.

We had our choice of picnic spots, but this one was a bit too difficult for us to access.



So we chose to sit under one of the covered pavilions.  We enjoyed our lunch and were still home by noon!



 

 

 

 



Change of Scenery Sept 2020

Although the view is very pretty from our kitchen window, Bob and I decided a change of scenery and a break in our everyday routine would be good for our mental health.  So, after Labor Day, I packed a picnic lunch, and we set out for Hartwell, Georgia...destination The Georgia River Recreation Area sponsored by the Army Corps of Engineers. There is a primitive campground along the river that we wanted to check out before deciding if we would take the camper there for an overnight or two. 

The park is less than 40 miles from us, so it didn't take us long to get there.  The website indicated the nightly fee was $6, not $10.

Nor was there an update that the facility was closed due to covid.  So much for our tax dollars at work.

Day use picnic sites were available.  They are set up nicely with table, grill, and a personal fishing pier.

When we pulled into the park, we realized we had been there when Bobby and Valerie were visiting Jennifer for Christmas before they had moved from Florida.  We hadn't gone past the first parking lot that time, so we didn't see the picnic sites or campground.   The river level was a lot lower then, too.

I don't know why the park is called the Georgia River because the dam is actually on the Savannah River, creating Lake Hartwell on the northern side of the dam.

It was too hot to sit at the picnic tables, so we headed back up the road, stopping at a scenic overlook of Lake Hartwell.  Then we went home and had our picnic lunch there. But as you can tell, it was a gorgeous day and a very nice change of scenery.