In 2 days’ time we will be leaving our home of the last month and 3 days (excluding our 9 day Tennessee disaster – see previous post “…And When They Don’t”). Our time at Tugaloo has, very sadly, come to an end. On Thursday we pack up and leave for our 2 month stay at Vogel State Park. This has prompted us to look back on the last few weeks.
When we arrived on September 24th it was chaos, but an exciting chaos. It was the final push to close the last grim chapter of our lives. We said goodbye to living in the city; to a damp, moldy rental house; to everlasting rush hours; to, hopefully, living paycheck to paycheck.
We arrived toward the end, but still in the midst of, the endless sweltering summer. Our first few days were spent indoors after lunchtime until after sundown because of the intense heat. Once we returned from The Trip That Shall Not Be Mentioned (see “…And When it Doesn’t”) the heat had died down and the days were mildly warm and cool enough at night to have fires outside, thanks to the free fire wood from the maintenance guys.
Our friends, Betty and Clyde who hosted at the Yurts, kindly covered us while we were gone and took over all our hosting duties. Clyde is a retired Sheriff’s deputy and was bored with the minimal duties over at the yurts so was actually grateful for the extra work. When we got back we invited them over for some of my vegan Chilli which has become Chris’ most favorite meal lately. They came and hung out by the fire and drank wine with us. We chatted and laughed into the wee hours and Betty and I even (apparently) ended up dancing together by the fire. It was a LOT of fun.
One of the many things we love about this lifestyle is the feeling of being in the country but, if you can get lucky and have other hosts or guests that you gel with, then you’re just a short walk or golf cart ride away at the end of the night so it’s conducive to socializing.
In our last couple of weeks at Tugaloo we probably hung out with Betty and Clyde 8-10 times. They cooked for us and always sent us home with bags of chocolate, candy and leftover dinner. They dropped by one day to give us a brand new TV that they didn’t need so we would have one to hang on the outside of our camper for Chris to watch football on. They have been so kind and hospitable, they offered to babysit Junior for us numerous times, and they offered to help with the bathrooms whenever I needed it. Betty gave us homemade fire starters when I let her borrow my sewing machine for a couple of hours one night. They are just wonderful people and we had a blast with them.
We didn’t get as much time as we had hoped to go fishing or take long hikes together. I did manage to get in my first 5km run in in a very long time. I took Devon with me and it felt just like old times when I used to run with him every day in Athens. We ran along the Sassafrass trail which winds around the whole park through woods and along the shoreline. It’s beautifully peaceful with no people in sight and the cheerful chirp of birds to accompany us.
At one point while we were running along the shoreline, Devon ran down to the water to get a drink and I carried on knowing he would catch me up. Just then I saw a herd of deer. They saw me and, being unafraid of my painfully slow pace, merely slowly trotted away while still keeping an eye on me. Just then I turned to see Devon The Deer Fiend sprinting full-speed ahead after the deer. The trouble with Dev is that he is too good at being stealthy in the forest so the deer didn’t see him or hear him until he was a matter of feet behind them. They startled and launched into full speed gracefully leaping through the woods making a b-line right for me. I halted in my tracks and they bolted past me. It was exhilarating and a beautiful reminder of how majestic those creatures are – and how sneaky Dev can be.
The guests and our work weren’t much trouble during our time there. We had a couple of incidents of guests being a little unruly. On the day we were leaving for Tennessee I went in to give the bathrooms a quick wipe down before we left and found that someone had had diarrhea all over the wall of one of the stalls in the men’s bathroom. HOW DOES THAT HAPPEN?? Needless to say it was not my favorite moment to be a host.
The park was mostly quiet except for a little more bubble and pop at the weekends when there would be an influx of visitors. Little did we know when we signed up, however, that Halloween weekend (celebrated on the 26th this year in Tugaloo) was the busiest weekend of the year here. They have a “trunk or treat” event at the park that draws visitors from all over. The campsite was completely full for the weekend so we were instructed to be on hand and do our best to maintain the cleanliness of the bathrooms for the hoards of visiting children.
That Saturday was one to remember. The morning started with a steady stream of campers rolling in and the air was abuzz with campers setting up their rigs and excited children running around. The “trunk or treat” event was designed as a safe place for kids to come and trick or treat. Unlike a neighborhood, all the doors for children to knock on are highly and easily visible and they are close together making for less walking and more time to get candy. Furthermore, the presence of Park Rangers, Georgia State Patrol, and low speed limits make it a safe destination for trick or treaters. Then there’s the decorations. There is a competition between the campers to see who can deck their campsite out in the best decorations. So riding through the site that night there were ghosts and skeletons sitting in camping chairs or hanging from trees, 20ft inflatable monsters, and lights everywhere.
We went to Betty and Clyde’s for dinner and began our ride back home around 6pm – we had only been gone an hour or so. The previously deserted state road through the park was now lined with cars about 3/4 of a mile back. These were cars of trick or treaters that were not campers, just visitors to the park for the night. By 7pm the place was crawling with kids jacked up on candy running back and forth yelling “happy halloween”, golf carts zooming around also decked out in lights with orange and black tinsel or ghosts or other halloween decorations, and the hay ride tractor slowly putting around making loop after loop. It was certainly a spectacle and it was wonderful to sit by the fire in the middle of it all and listen to the children laughing maniacally and comparing their hauls from each camper they visited. It is definitely a place that we will be visiting in the future when Junior is old enough to enjoy it.
Junior has had a ball at Tugaloo. In the few short weeks we have been here he has already changed so much. He runs more confidently and can navigate much more rocky and uneven landscapes. He’s taken a few tumbles and learned the value of caution when in the woods. He’s shown a keen interest in the wildlife, much to his father’s delight, and squeals with amusement at each deer sighting.
I took him down to the lake one day (or rather he took me). I had planned to just walk around the campsite following him wherever he stumbled to. He happened to notice the lake itself and, before I could rein him in, he was already running down the bank toward the lake jabbering away happily. Realizing there was no way that I could now pull him away from his one true love (water) without him having an almighty meltdown I succumbed and helped him strip off so he could have a splash. He spent 45 minutes picking up rocks, sticks, weeds and handfuls of mud from the lake bed and handing them to me as if he were doing me a favor. It occurred to me after about 30 minutes that I really had no way of getting him back to the camper on my own with Dev on the leash (Junior does NOT like to be carried right now – especially away from water). So I was stranded there until Chris came home from work and came to rescue us on the golf cart like a night in shining armor on a battery powered steed with a scratched up plexiglass windshield.
Our last night at the campsite will likely be filled with cleaning, organizing and preparing for the move. My anxiety level is higher than normal because we are moving on Halloween on roads that wind through Blood Mountain on a day where there are expected be bad storms with heavy rain, strong winds, and possible tornadoes. I’m not generally a superstitious person but this still doesn’t fill me with confidence following our last attempt to move the camper.
But we are looking forward to it. Tugaloo has been a lot of fun and we’ve learned a lot of lessons here. It’s a beautiful place with some fun things to do and we’ve made great friends in Betty and Clyde and hope to host here again with them in the spring.
But Vogel is in the heart of the mountains – a special place for us. It has more rugged and secluded scenery that inspires adventure in both of us. I feel positively giddy at the idea of a real white Christmas and Chris grins with anticipation at the idea of a bear sighting. Not to mention that the extended summer this year means that the leaves are changing late this year so we are hopeful for that stunning mountain scenery painted with the beautiful yellows, oranges and reds of fall.
The park itself is one the two original state parks opened in Georgia in the 1930s so has a bit of history to it. It’s also surrounded by old Indian country which means there are museums and places to explore on rainy days too. But our start to hosting at Tugaloo has set the bar high and now Vogel has a lot to live up to.
It’s one of the many reasons why we chose this life – the ability to pick up and go somewhere new and never have time to get bored of our surroundings. Though we are nervous about the move, it is the kind of trepidation you feel when you’re about to go on stage and do something exhilarating. It’s the kind of anticipation we felt when we loaded up the camper and drove to Tugaloo. Though it’s scary, it’s the rush that we craved and we hope to feel again and again.