We woke to find drizzle and fog covering the vineyards.
We also found the birds and frogs to be (finally) silent, but the farm machinery wonderfully alive and well just outside our camper. When you accept hospitality from a working farm you have to accept the fact that the work starts early. That’s good, because it helped us get a relatively early start ourselves. Today’s plan was to drive about 225 miles to Cave Mountain Lake Campground in south-central Virginia.
We arrived not long after 2:00, and we found the campground to be rustic, clean, and overflowing with nature. Site #4, which we had reserved, looked bigger in the online photos. It’s not small, by any means, but if we were pulling a much larger trailer it would have been challenging. A stream runs through our site, and that gives a constant “babbling brook” musical tone to the location.
Claudia, one of the campground hosts, met up with us shortly after our arrival, to give us our car pass and present the rules to us. She told me that she retired in November and has been working here as a volunteer host since the season began in early May. She recommended that if I ever retire I should consider doing something like this. She seemed quite happy.
There is a swimming “lake” and beach here, which I explored on my bicycle, and there are a couple of hiking trails. Mostly there is restorative peace and the beauty of nature. We had no cell service at all, so I was (sadly) unable to wish my daughter and son-in-law a happy anniversary.