It’s not a huge campground and the cell signal ranges from abysmal to non-existent, but that’s not why people come to Watauga Dam campground in eastern Tennessee. It’s all about the views, everywhere you turn.
There are few places I enjoy as much as Roan Mountain, for a couple of reasons: beautiful mountain setting, good trails in the park and a short drive to the Appalachian Trail, and free, fast wifi (yes, I like my creature comforts!)
It’s definitely fall weather in the mountains of eastern Tennessee, but that’s the subject of another post. This one is all about the garden cosmos that are blooming on roadsides and in wild gardens next to clapboard houses and weathered mobile homes.
Sometimes it’s good to shake things up a bit, instead of staying with the old familiar things. I’d camped at Kerr Lake (Buggs Island Lake, if you prefer) a half-dozen times, but never this place. I had been all set to go to a familiar campground, a known campsite, but the potential for a government shutdown last week (which would include that campground) made me change my plans and stay at a state park instead. It was all new and that turned out to be great for me and for my photographer’s eye. By sunset the first night, the afternoon…
Until last weekend, I’d never attended a sand sculpture contest, despite growing up not that far from the SoCal beach scene. I have now rectified that oversight and I’m suitabilty impressed by the creativity and mad skills of the people who make these things.