After ten days of “leave at 8:00, commute 45 minutes to Norfolk, work on house all day, drive 45 minutes back home, shove something edible in our faces, get clean, go to bed, and repeat,” we took today off to explore our home at Davis Lakes Campground.
Here we are.
Our spot’s off to the right, near the recreation area. And the dumpsters.
The spots around the lake are all parallel parking for better views, although “parking” seems like too temporary a term for some of the set-ups we saw.
Many lakeside encampments blur the line between temporary and permanent, with patios and other covered structures built on.
The Plunging Swirling Hole of Transport to the Middle of the Earth! OK, so it’s probably just a drainage thing, but there’s no fence around it, which is astounding, because if I were 8 years old? First place I’d go.
Best part of camping here: daily bunny outside our door
Funniest part: signs
True story: the odometer in the BFT hit 99,999 as we rolled by this sign a few days ago.
Every RV’er needs to review the departure checklist. No spouse left behind! Well, not by accident anyway.
Um… this is a section of our lease. It very clearly and consistently follows the “If you’re not sure when to use an apostrophe s, just use it everywhere” rule.
No fish were using the sinks today.
… of gravity?
Worst part: lack of time and/or warm enough weather to enjoy the lakes
Don’t let the sunshine fool you.
It’s 67 degrees today — not beach weather. Talk to me when it’s 20 degrees warmer.
But hey, I’ve got a sassy new shirt to wear when we do get a chance to spend a day on the lake. Thanks, B!