reserve. We set up for the night and stayed inside the comfort of our little home. We cooked dinner and watched a movie. What we awoke to the next morning was a completely different environment. The campground was beautiful. Tall pine trees surrounded you everywhere and gave you the real feel of being in the wilderness. We had our own BBQ area complete with bonfire, table and chairs and of course a BBQ grill. Morgan and I
went into town and bought some supplies for the BBQ we planned on cooking that afternoon. It was a lot better seeing Mobile in the daylight hours but it was still a pretty barren looking place. It is after all a big industrial area. Not the prettiest of places that’s for sure! That afternoon Morgan took to the BBQ and cooked up fish, potatoes, onion and garlic all wrapped in foil and imbedded in the hot coals. We marinated the fish earlier and let it cook in these juices as with the rest and it turned out gorgeous. For desert Morgan made Banana coated in melted chocolate served with ice cream. All cooked on the open coals.
The next day we said goodbye to Chickasbogue Camp ground, wishing that perhaps we had an extra day there just to be relaxing amongst the huge forest trees. We had seen a huge war ship when we crossed over the bridge the day before and found out it was the USS Alabama. So we drove out there for the day to check it out. We ended up
spending five hours there just walking around the beast of a ship. Check out the pictures, as they will give a lot more insight then what I could by description. We also went onboard the USS Drum submarine.
Arriving after dark, we followed the Tom Toms directions to a campsite called Chickasbogue Camp ground in Mobile, Alabama. We had turned off the main highway and noticed we were being lead further inland now and what appeared to be a little off the beaten track. The houses lining the dark streets were all dark inside and all windows and doors were covered in metal bars. There weren't many cars on the road and I was getting a little more concerned about the place the further we drove in. So far all I had seen of Alabama was very bad bumpy roads, lots of roadside rubbish and a lot of residents locking themselves in or locking people out. It was like a scene from a bad thriller movie, Wolf Creek sprang to mind. Ok, slightly melodramatic but I was creeped out by the place. We arrived at the campsite and I was happy to see a ranger on duty and gated entry. Morgan signed all of the paperwork, as I quickly locked the van as he jumped out. We were given our spot and off we went. The campground was on a big forest