One of the things I always try to do when I am out and about on a road trip or holiday is to see something new or visit a place I haven’t visited before.
Even though we are camping at the same place we’ve camped at every January since 2014, there are still new things to explore. Last year we visited the wonderful Bay of Whales Gallery nestled in the hills above Narrawong.
Today we ventured up to Mt Clay in the Narrawong State Forest to check out The Sawpit picnic and free camping area. It’s only a short distance from where we are camping by the Surrey River at Narrawong.
It’s really gorgeous up there. The natural bush forest is beautiful, a glorious natural canopy above the blackened tree trunks, reminders of bushfires In years past.
The camping area is well designed, providing numerous sites for campers to spread out from one another.
Walking tracks enable visitors to immerse themselves in the environment on walks of different lengths, and the historic lumber cart and log display are reminders of the history that gave the area its name.
Everything is clearly signposted, including a reminder for campers to take their rubbish home: given that everything was clean and tidy, it’s really encouraging to see that most of the visitors have been conscientious in that regard.
Still, it seems that things are not always easily understood, as demonstrated by my own friend’s response to the following sign:
Friend: “20 minutes one way. Why would you only go one way?” Me: ”It’s a loop…” Friend, after a few moments of thought: ”Oh. Yeah.”
What surprises me most is that many people don’t even know it’s there. It really is a hidden gem.
We are leaving Nashville this morning.
I’ve loved every moment of my time in this town except for the bum steer I got about boots at the first store we went to, where the staff seemed helpful but weren’t really. Thankfully, the staff at the other boot stores in town were a lot more helpful and constructive, and I have come away with two magnificent pairs of very comfortable boots.
We stayed at the Nashville KOA. This is a great campground, like every other KOA we have visited. The staff are friendly and helpful, and the facilities are excellent.
The thing that set this one apart from any other campground (and many hotels I have stayed in) is the bathrooms.
Usually, a campground provides clean and adequate communal bathrooms, and everyone is happy with that.
At Nashville KOA, they are worthy of a posh hotel. Marble countertops, brushed stainless steel sinks and taps, rich textures and heated floors combine for a very luxurious feeling. Individual shower rooms continue the theme with the same textures, plenty of room to move, and plenty of hot water.
When you’re camping or travelling in an RV, that little touch of luxury is very much appreciated and makes a place rather memorable.
And thank you. You’ve been marvellous. I love you.
The brainPod is playing George Strait’s “Middle of Nowhere” on a loop as we head to the Deer Park KOA near Cuddebackville in the Hudson River valley, NY.
If you want to get away from it all, this seems like the place to do it. The campground is nestled inside a gully out in the middle of nowhere, so even your phone and it’s associated internet capabilities can take a well-earned rest… unless, of course, you actually want to chat to friends or update your travel blog so that all of your adoring fans know you are still alive. (I am!) In that case, you are likely to be frustrated. (I am!)
The facilities are all clean, and there is hot water in the showers. The joy of a hot shower at the end of a long day of travelling is hard to express adequately, or at least without moaning with pleasure.
A shot of the maple whiskey my friend Sean gave me in dry ginger ale finishes the day very, very nicely. I confess, there were one or two moans of pleasure associated with that, too.
Morning reveals just how very pretty it is here. It’s early spring so there are no leaves on the trees, but lots of leaves from autumn still lie all over the ground. Little flurries of wind chase the leaves in a silly frolic that deposits them under trees until the next burst of wind comes along and continues the game.
There are squirrels running around, but they are shy and won’t let me take their picture.
The laundry is done, we’ve had coffee and a maple oatmeal cookie, and we’re off again.