March 31, 2018 (by Angela)
Once Jim and I decided to turn back east, I booked our stays through the first of July. As you may have read in Unfortunate Things Still Happen While on the Road, we had to make some changes to our plans. Today, we jumped back into the route and the order of campgrounds in which we expect to stay the next few months.
Late yesterday afternoon, over an early supper, Jim and I were discussing our plans for today. He and I knew we had to vacate our home on the roam of the last week by 11:00 a.m. today. We were not sure what check-in time would be at David Crockett State Park, so I checked our confirmation email, which had been immediately moved to our travel folder upon receipt unopened. This brings me to point one of things about which one should do with care – read confirmation emails when received, even if you think you know what the email will say. Upon opening the confirmation email, a lump formed in my throat and there was a sinking feeling in my stomach that led to a near panic attack, a rare thing for me. You see, when I clicked on the email, what I saw was this: Welcome to David Crockett Birthplace State Park WHAT? No! We are going to David Crockett Park in Lawrenceburg in Middle Tennessee, not Limestone in East Tennessee!
Now, I’m proud of the fact that I’m a native Tennessean. My direct ancestors, some of the earliest settlers in this area, lived near and interacted with Crockett while he lived in Lawrence County. I knew he was born in East Tennessee. I’ve visited many of our great state parks, though Jim and I had yet to camp in one. Yet, I had NO IDEA there are two state parks associated with David (Davy) Crockett. Somewhere in my research and debating places to stay, I got into the reservation section for David Crockett Birthplace State Park instead of David Crockett State Park. What should have been a reason for me to pay closer attention was the fact that I was amazed that David Crockett State Park had some full hookup sites. I didn’t think they had those, and apparently they don’t as of this posting. Since I didn’t know of the other David Crockett park and since I was thrilled to have a reservation for a pull-thru site with full hookups, I didn’t check and double check our reservations. We needed to be in Middle Tennessee because Jim’s flight on Sunday is out of Nashville, and my Mom is in the hospital in nearby Pulaski. I can’t remember a time before when I wanted a brown paper bag to blow into.
We were lucky, though it didn’t seem that way at first. Before going home, we tried contacting a few parks along I-65, and all were full. After getting back to the RV, I got online for Tennessee State Park reservations. There was one site available at (the real) David Crockett State Park. We would not have a pull thru or full hookups, but we’d have a site with water and electric on this busy Easter and Spring Break weekend and through the coming week.
Next, my wonderful husband called the Birthplace park to explain what “he” (he took the blame for me) did. When he got off the phone, we had a same day cancellation with no penalty. I can only say it’s his winning disposition when he turns on the charm. and maybe, just maybe, the mix up has happened to many before. Point two on things about which to do with care – be very careful to make sure you have the campground, or park, and site intended BEFORE clicking “reserve.”
Today was a beautiful traveling day, and Jim and I felt so lucky to have a site to call home on the roam for a week; however, when we saw the site, we knew why it was the last to be chosen. The description of the site as having a “moderate incline” is a stretch, but the site is as long as stated. What was not mentioned, or noticeable in the photo of the site, was the fact that a rig of our length with three slides would have to “thread the needle” into the site with very close trees on either side. (Click on, or hover cursor over, each picture for the caption.)
Jim did an amazing job of easing his way uphill while backing into the site. He managed to carefully place the rig between the trees in such a way that all of our slides could open. Again, we had a little luck. First, the grassy area in front of our site was hardly muddy at all despite all of the recent rains. That’s important because Jim had to pull forward into the grass to get lined up. Next, our camper neighbor saw what we were doing, and she offered a couple of minutes of needed help. She watched the position of the camper and slide on one side near a tree while I watched the other side and gave Jim feedback using hand signals.
I have to admit that our camper looks as if it’s sitting on stilts in front, but we are safely, even though snuggly, settled into our tight little site for the week. While I may have not exercised due care in making our reservation this time, Jim employed extreme care in getting our home on the roam positioned in the site. For this, and the fact that he didn’t get upset about my “oops,” I am extremely thankful.