Radio
10-22-2008, 08:33 PM
About the park:
Indian Springs is one of the oldest State Parks in the nation. The grounds are well developed, unlike more undeveloped parks like neighboring High Falls where the rustic scenic beauty of the falls is the attraction, Indian Springs boasts natural beauty and a wonderful collection of Civilian Conservation Corps architecture built back in the 1930’s.
The spring itself is housed now in one of these unmistakable CCC buildings. The Creek Indians used the sulfur smelling water for medicinal purposes, and visitors are welcome to take home a gallon or two to cure whatever might ail them. Bring your own jugs.
We arrived about 1:30 p.m. Saturday afternoon and thanks to having reservations got the last available space. All 88 campsites in the RV/tenting area were taken. By Sunday noon 5 other rigs and we had the whole place to ourselves. But the retreating herds left the park absolutely spotlessly clean.
About our stay:
Check in time is 1:00, but it seems everybody got there ahead of us! That’s OK, we took the last space we could fit into and that was the first space you come to as you enter Area 2. We were having friends over for lunch during our stay and that made our site easy to find. It seems the sites were laid out by a non-RVer, since to get into any one of them you had to back to the right instead of the left. All the sites were just a little off level, but not too bad. And they were all plenty big and newly refurbished with table, lantern post, plenty of good electric, water and cable TV. The bathhouses were modern and very clean. In spite of the drought the lake was at full pool and delighted the fishermen.
Tried out the Dutch Oven for the first time and cranked out a respectable peach cobbler served up with ice cream. Having abandoned all hope of finding a portable gas grill to my liking we have reverted to charcoal in a Weber Smokey Joe. Both steaks and hamburgers turned out great.
Strung up the homemade 10-15-20m dipole and made a few contacts. At 20 ft of the ground I thought San Paulos, Brazil was pretty good DX.
After the weekend crowd left, the serenity and solitude was refreshing. Freight trains roll through the town of Flovilla pretty regular and their melancholy note can be heard throughout the park. Not bothersome, but sort of romantic. A singular woodpecker announces his carpentry work. In the evenings an owl or two sings bass along with the melody provided by crickets and frogs.
Finally broke down and bought a digital camera. A 10 mp Fugi with aperture and shutter speed control. Attached are results of my first outing with the new toy.
Indian Springs is one of the oldest State Parks in the nation. The grounds are well developed, unlike more undeveloped parks like neighboring High Falls where the rustic scenic beauty of the falls is the attraction, Indian Springs boasts natural beauty and a wonderful collection of Civilian Conservation Corps architecture built back in the 1930’s.
The spring itself is housed now in one of these unmistakable CCC buildings. The Creek Indians used the sulfur smelling water for medicinal purposes, and visitors are welcome to take home a gallon or two to cure whatever might ail them. Bring your own jugs.
We arrived about 1:30 p.m. Saturday afternoon and thanks to having reservations got the last available space. All 88 campsites in the RV/tenting area were taken. By Sunday noon 5 other rigs and we had the whole place to ourselves. But the retreating herds left the park absolutely spotlessly clean.
About our stay:
Check in time is 1:00, but it seems everybody got there ahead of us! That’s OK, we took the last space we could fit into and that was the first space you come to as you enter Area 2. We were having friends over for lunch during our stay and that made our site easy to find. It seems the sites were laid out by a non-RVer, since to get into any one of them you had to back to the right instead of the left. All the sites were just a little off level, but not too bad. And they were all plenty big and newly refurbished with table, lantern post, plenty of good electric, water and cable TV. The bathhouses were modern and very clean. In spite of the drought the lake was at full pool and delighted the fishermen.
Tried out the Dutch Oven for the first time and cranked out a respectable peach cobbler served up with ice cream. Having abandoned all hope of finding a portable gas grill to my liking we have reverted to charcoal in a Weber Smokey Joe. Both steaks and hamburgers turned out great.
Strung up the homemade 10-15-20m dipole and made a few contacts. At 20 ft of the ground I thought San Paulos, Brazil was pretty good DX.
After the weekend crowd left, the serenity and solitude was refreshing. Freight trains roll through the town of Flovilla pretty regular and their melancholy note can be heard throughout the park. Not bothersome, but sort of romantic. A singular woodpecker announces his carpentry work. In the evenings an owl or two sings bass along with the melody provided by crickets and frogs.
Finally broke down and bought a digital camera. A 10 mp Fugi with aperture and shutter speed control. Attached are results of my first outing with the new toy.