We drove to the next spot on our plans; an Augusta RV park. However, it was a rolling field with RV’s that looked permanently placed and a locked office / old house with directions to sign up on your own. The place was dumpy and bizarre but John checked out the available sites. The wiring was very iffy and just plain looked dangerous. We decided to drive on and relied on our GPS to find a nearby RV park.
This took us to a place where we were too scared to drive back onto the park roads to find an office or a site. The roads were very hilly and made of soft dirt with no gravel at all. So, I walked into a store along the road to ask questions. It turns out you’re supposed to automatically know that a clothes store is the office for the campground. I mentioned we were too scared to drive back on the dirt roads. His reply “I don’t know where you’re from that you can’t drive on them.” Maybe it is OK for a 4-wheeler or a big pickup truck, but the forecast was rain for the weekend. These dirt roads were not attractive for the RV and car. So, we decided to skip Augusta and drive on to Atlanta, Georgia. On the way it started to rain.
Luckily
the lady at the next RV park was welcoming.
She gave us a discount, made sure we were close enough to pick up the
internet, and was able to make everything better after a long frustrating day.
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