There are so many places that I would like to camp, but when we can often only fit in one trip per year, it has to be to Little Oak Campground on South Holston Lake. When we lived in Johnson City, it took us about an hour and a half to get there. Now that we live in Knoxville, it takes 2.5 hours.
This time it took FOREVER. We had a flat on the interstate when we were barely out of town. Not just any flat but a flat that damaged the boat trailer. We almost turned back and cancelled the whole trip. Fortunately, we found an underpass with some shade and a sharing redneck with every tool imagineable right on his front porch, so Terry got us fixed up.
While Rebecca and I drove the trailer to the campsite, barely making it there before the gate closed for the night, Terry was launching the boat in the dark by himself. He ended up falling in the water at the ramp and soaking his phone. Fortunately, he wasn't hurt but he was much later arriving, and he had no way to reach us. Rebecca and I managed to park and pop-up the trailer by ourselves using our iphones as flashlights. We finally got to bed around midnight.
The rest of our trip was much more restful. The water was brisk, but we skiied anyway.
We had several Tri-Cities friends that came out during the week to hang out with us during the day:
Night time was for camp fire food (such as these campfire cones which were delicious):
And playing games:
And keeping up with tradition (see end of this post), we had another flat tire on the way home.