Where the white squirrel led....

So we sat in the drive of the River's Bend campground taking random pictures of the trees hoping to catch what we thought was a sighting equal to that of Bigfoot possibly...the white/albino squirrel. As we continued down, we saw a cute little campground on a creek and crossed over a bridge into a Cocoon-like RV campground and then we met Gary, the campground manager, who invited us to Thanksgiving....in September. It seems that since the campground closes at the end of October, the couples that have been camping there for years have staggered the holidays accordingly. And we showed up in time for a turkey dinner!

So after a quick trip over to Looking Glass Falls in Pisgah for some more picture taking, we came back to our little camp and sat down for a yummy turkey dinner complete with three different stuffings. We have strayed so far from our sparse and rugged survivalist camping....but we enjoyed every minute of it. But we did survive the tour in the four wheel drive John Deere golf cart thing driven by Gary - granted we were only going over relatively flat terrain at a top speed of 25 mph but there was some fear of tipping. We also found our dream gazebo, complete with a log fireplace and mounted TV. We're trying to figure out how to blend it with our brick house but I think once we start populating our yard with the cute bear sculptures made by a guy using a chainsaw, we'll be able to pull off rustic.

The evening was going well and the tent was set up by the creek and we settled in for a nice evening. I read a little while Justin took night pictures and then we settled into the tent for the night. This will become important later - we left our boots outside the tent, something we never do. Ever. So later in the night, say around 1 a.m., when we heard the loud pit-pat of rain on the tent, and realized that rain was seeping in, and I had visions of a Readers' Digest story telling of the freak flash flood that the young couple managed to survive as they camped out on a creek, well, then we realized that our boots were soaking wet. And as the inside of the tent got more wet and the creek water kept rising and the rain got louder hitting the tent, we decided to just sleep in the car. All snuggled and comfy in a Focus....yeah....that's comfort. And guess when it stopped raining?? Mother Nature is evil.

Oh, and the squirrels....white squirrels brought over from Europe.....we have no idea why....poor gray squirrels don't stand a chance.

More tomorrow....it's getting late....maybe Justin will post some pics to tide you over (hint hint)...