With the firewood burned, the fridge getting empty, and all of our clothes dirty, it was time to move on. We found a KOA, and a Walmart a couple of hours away. It was just a place to stay and get things done, nothing to write home about.
From there, we had a week to get from the South Carolina/Georgia border to Nashville,Tennessee. Since the weather was warming up, we decided to drive through the mountains. We hadn't seen a hill, much less a mountain, since we were in New Mexico.
We found a beautiful place to stay in the Chattahoochee-Oconee National Forest, right on the Tallulah River. There were no power, water, or sewer hook-ups, which was no problem for us, since we are self contained. Our holding tanks allow us to go for about 4-5 days without dumping, or running out of fresh water. The stove/oven, refrigerator, heater, lights and generator run off propane and/or batteries.The batteries are charged by the solar panels that are on the roof. The only time we need to run the generator is for things like the microwave or my hair dryer. The TV even will work on 12 volt. We didn't feel the need to watch TV while we were there. During the day we sat outside enjoying the sound of the river running right behind the campsite. In the evenings we had campfires and played dominoes and cards. The only drawback for me, was the lack of cell service. I'm addicted to social media! Those of you that know us, know that Paul is quiet and me, not so much. I think Facebook keeps me from driving Paul crazy with my need to speak eighty-thousand words a day. He's good with around eight words a day. So, even though I'm typing the words on my ipad, it fulfills my need to talk.
As much as I loved that spot, right on the river, it was time to move on. We found a campsite in the Cherokee National Forest in Tennessee. There were water and electric hook-ups, but sadly, no cell service. I did make a friend while walking Fiona. Paul calls her my ten year old doppelganger. It wasn't that she looked like me, but that she talked like me, albeit, with a Tennessee accent. In ten minutes I learned all about her dog and family, and she learned some about mine. She was wise beyond her years. I have no problem carrying on a conversation with anyone, whether they're eight, or eighty, if we jive, we jive!
Fiona was getting low on food, so it was time to get to civilization. I searched online for stores that carry it, that were on our way to Nashville, and found one in Chattanooga. We also found a quiet county park campground on the edge of town, right on the Tennessee River.
That is where we are now. Tomorrow, we drive a couple of hours to Nashville, where I will meet up with my No Shoes Nation friends, to kick off Kenny Chesney's Big Revival Tour. I will see friends that I've met at other Kenny concerts, and some I've only met online. Its going to be one big party!