Saturday, October 17, 2015
Indian Springs State Park, Flovilla, GA.
We made the 210 mile journey from Tennessee to here at Indian Springs State Park in Flovilla, Georgia without any problems. Since Gary hates the interstate traffic through Atlanta as much as I do, I assumed he would take back roads to get here. Well, you know what they say about those who assume. Although we didn't come straight down I-75, we did take the I-285 by-pass on the east side of Atlanta. Gary opted for that route instead of smaller roads to save us some time, but it just about drove us both insane. People were tailgating us (me actually), erratically changing lanes, and cutting us off. Time saved? Maybe. Was it worth it? Absolutely not. I've been promised that we will never do that again, and I'll be sure to hold Gary to that promise. After that stressful ride, it felt SO good to arrive here and just chill out. Indian Springs State Park is the perfect place for that. This is our first time here, but it will NOT be our last. From the minute we pulled in, we were taken back by how beautiful this place is. We knew we were in for a treat. The park office and gift shop is housed in a two story white house that is well over a hundred years old. No other park that we have been to has such an elegant office. Melissa checked us in and gave Gary information about the park. He said that she is very friendly and helpful. He was happy to be greeted by someone so nice, as that isn't always the case. Making our way back to the campground, we drove through in search of the best campsite we could find. There were multiple possibilities, but it seemed like campsite #43 was the most private and shady, and that's two things we really enjoy. Of all the campsites in our history, this is one (on a short list) of the best we've ever had. We LOVE it! We've got nice neighbors too. For Gary's benefit, the restroom is close by. For my benefit, there's cable TV here. The amount of channels is limited, but at least I can see all of my favorite shows. The camp host here, who is in the first campsite entering our loop, has a full stock of firewood available. We haven't had a fire on this trip, and won't while we're here, but it's great to have firewood available close by without having to leave the park to get it for those that are having campfires. This park is believed to be the oldest state park in the United States. The Civilian Conservation Corps incredible stonework can clearly be seen in many of the structures and walkways within the park. A briskly flowing stream cascades over a field of rocks at the entrance to the park. It's obvious how much Gary loves water and streams by how many pictures he always takes of them wherever we are. I've included a few of the MANY he took. McIntosh Lake that is here in the park is currently being drained. From what we were told, there are some gate valves that need to be replaced in the area of the dam, and that makes the drainage necessary. Hard to believe, but things will be even prettier here when the lake is refilled. I hope we get to experience that on our next visit. Due to the season and the drainage, the beach (yes, there's a beach here), is currently closed. We passed by several picnicking areas on our way in, and there's a miniature golf course here too. There's also a museum, 10 cottages, pioneer camping (who needs that when they have a cool little trailer like me?), and a 3-1/4 mile trail. There's plenty for everyone to do, and an awesome place to do absolutely nothing. Nothing (as you know), is what I do best. Of all the places we have been to on this trip, I am REALLY going to hate to leave here the most. But the time is drawing near, and we must be moving on. I'll write again soon, I promise. Enjoy your day. Love, Toaster.