Ah Mon, but not those Islands of rum drinks and blue seas, the wife and I packed up the Bus and headed to the islands of Lake Lanier, not too far from Atlanta. My original idea was to camp in the hills of North Georgia, but sweet Georgia Brown all the state parks were crammed solid, I mean I called 8 and all were full as of last week. However, with a little karma and positive vibes, I remembered the private campground at Lake Lanier. Colin can attest that our poor reservoir was 20 feet low until the floods of late summer hit us, and now this near empty campground had a few people in it, including us. It was so good to get back in the woods, with all the leaves turning I didn't miss the mountains at all. Here we are just getting here, this was part of the campground shut down, all of it is surrounded by the lake.
This is our campground. We had no one around us at all, and basically had this cove to ourselves.
This is the cove, very big lake too.
Here is the Bus at night, I tell you having these string lights helps at night, unless you don't want to be seen.
We got some pictures on the way out, I think all those Colin shots of the Road Warrior makes you think of ways to put the Bus in the shot, well and Peter with the wide angle shots he does too.
This is a nice place, we will come back with a 2 person kayak, the bikes and stay a few days. What an awesome weekend.
