On a whim we decided to go camping this past weekend at Tims Ford Lake. We didn't actually camp at the main campground, but rather at the Fairview campground. A lake front campsite is a requirement when choosing the perfect location and that wasn't something the main campground offered. Both campgrounds were full of campers, something we aren't really fond of. Luckily, we chose a stretch of sites that were designated for tent camping only. Even though we technically are "car" campers, we still truly enjoy the outdoors and the peacefulness it brings.
Without a doubt we can tell your Dexter had the most fun of the three of us. His fun began the moment we pulled into our site - he jumped out of the truck window and ran into the lake. Thank you, Dexter, for giving us time to get out and open your door for you. Not. He literally could not contain his excitement. And that is why a lake front campsite is a necessity.
Dexter swam his little heart out while Cagney and I got everything set up. It wasn't long before I joined Dexter in the lake - on my floaty. I don't dare swim in the water. There are fish in there. I have chosen the perfect floaty that guards my body from all living creatures in the lake, with the exception of an 80 pound furry fish. Why yes, this floaty is big enough for two. Always.
After hours of swimming (and a nice hike at Tims Ford State Park), we were all starved. Cagney went to gather us some wood. He always does. The he proceeded to teach me how to build a fire because I can't remember from all the times he told me before. We ate typical camping food: hot dogs and potatoes. We're still figuring out works for us. Next time we're thinking we'll go with a stew. Pretend we're living in the olden days and cook it in a cast iron cauldron.
Our night was finished off with smores and ghost stories. I have officially decided I don't like smores of any type. I don't know what it is, I'm just not a fan. I do love me some plain ol' toasted marshmallows though. I eat them right up.
The last time we went camping we bought a book about real ghost stories in South Carolina. We only bring it out when camping. We try to read a story that happened close to were we are camping to multiply the scariness. Of course that doesn't really work when your camping in Tennessee.
Early to bed, early to rise. Or as Dexter says: early to bed, early to swim. You bet he had us all up and awake as soon as the sun peaked over the trees. He was well rested and ready to go.
We soon stumbled out of the tent to make coffee, which didn't work. Thanks Pinterest. Not having coffee in the morning is just unacceptable; thus, we are now on the hunt for a camping french press. At least our breakfast was delicious.
There was once a time (years ago) when we thought we wanted to be back country camping type of people. We quickly learned that we really weren't cut out for that. We like being comfortable and clean. And we really like eating good food.