In my mind I'm goin' to Carolina....
Trip Start Aug 13, 2007
81Trip End Nov 12, 2007
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Where I stayed
Lake Aire Campground, Charlestown
We hit the road about midday and stopped for lunch at Spartenburg, South Carolina at an "Applybee's" restaurant
The temperature rose steadily all the time we were heading down south, by the time we stopped at a rest area it was 36 degrees. We stocked up on some snacks and the vending machines were behind bars, the first time we have seen this at a rest area...a sign perhaps??! Closer to Charleston we started seeing Spanish Moss in the trees - that's the stuff you see hanging from the ancient oaks etc in movies set in the South. We were following the GPS and the woman's voice from the Streets & Maps directions, it was all going just dandy...until we turned down this driveway (which we thought was a road that we were meant to) and it turned out it was a dead end into a group of houses...! A guy in a car gave us directions to the campground he thought we were meaning (it wasn't but at least we managed to get out of his driveway)and we only just managed to do a u-turn in his yard and drive away. After going another mile up the highway, stopping at a gas station and me calling the computer a 'stupid woman' for about the hundredth time (the kids have now picked up on this and Kate was telling us 'not to listen to that stupid woman') we finally managed to find the right campground - Lake Aire Campground www.lakeairerv.com , which was nowhere NEAR where the programme told us it was
While Fred was having a conversation with an old recently-widowed Southern man called Ray (lovely guy, but very strong accent) I walked over to do the laundry and had a nice chat to a couple from Florida - hard to get away from people once you get them talking! Later when Fred went to pick up our washing that was still in the dryer, he found a couple of woman there - one who was folding our laundry for us, and refused to stop until she had finished (she liked doing laundry she told him, and Fred felt obliged to comment that he didn't think I would like her folding my underwear!!!! True!) Both ladies thought Fred was Scottish...what a hoot. The campground itself is quite pleasant, but very close to a train track - on which a large train with a big blasting horn goes through twice a night... this seems to be a common occurance at campgrounds.