(This blog has been published out of order: late by about ten days. We have had poor internet service, and despite my advancing years, I can still lose a data file as well as I ever did on somebody’s payroll. The pictures mostly did not come out because I took them.) Old Shenandoah’s Big Meadows […]Read More
Two days ago a big, polished RV rolled in and parked across the road from us at Shenandoah’s Big Meadows campground. The kernel of news here is that it was navigated by a reader and frequent commenter. The Mayor was talking camp telecommunications with some pop-up people two sites down when she noticed a young lady looking at the Red Sled and Kat’s Cradle with marked curiosity. When Pink and I emerged from the ‘Stream for walkies, this gal strolled over with a big smile (yo dog, that don’t happen every day) asking “Jackson?” “Yes! How did you know?Read More
The gift shops at our latest National Park sell a variety of shirts, caps, and jackets bearing the SNP logo. It stands for Shenandoah National Park, the first park easily accessible from the larger cities in the eastern third of our country. We’re hanging out at a lovely campground called Big Meadows in SNP. There are over 200 sites here and although none have juice, all have easy access to water and dump stations; generators are allowed five hours a day. This is beautiful country, charming in a way the West is not: old orchards and cemeteries tell you that people of European descent have been here for well over 300 years.
For now this is Saturday National Park. Later in the season people will reserve sites for several days, but for a while you can drive in Sunday through Thursday without reservations and find a good site that’s available until noon Saturday.Read More