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.
The best view from my campsite was actually of other campers. You might spot more than a few Altos here, because, yes, I was camping with friends this time around. Lots of fun around the campfire one night, and a potluck happy hour another night.
Every morning, the sun rose over the mountain behind the campground and lit up the bank opposite our campsites. Nothing like this view to get me out of bed and outside with a camera in my hand!
Score another paddle for Fall 2023. I’ve been getting lucky with campsites where I could paddle, so I went out a few times, until the weather turned and my standard shorts-and-tshirt paddling clothes weren’t enough. I don’t have cold weather paddling clothes (yet…).
Day by day, we could see the Fall colors coming in, the reds and yellows and oranges displacing the greens. It’s amazing how different the opposite bank looked between day 1 and day 5.
This is a shot I took while paddling, I loved the way the river beckons around the bend and the way the red and yellow leaves are reflected in the water.
Growing up in Southern California, we really had two seasons: green (a few months in winter when it rained) and brown (the rest of the year). So the Fall colors will never, ever get old for me. It’s like a magic show every year, and I look forward to it when my timing is just right to see the full display of colors.
If I were a bird, I would fly about the Earth seeking the successive autumns.