Yesterday, we headed southwest from Virginia to North Carolina. We had booked a $20 campsite at Lake Norman State Park, about 40 miles north of Charlotte, and after a solid seven hours of driving, we were ready to make camp.
DRIVING TO NORTH CAROLINA
We headed off I-40 into the long and lonely back roads of Troutman, NC in the direction of Lake Norman. I thought it was pretty creepy but wanted to make the best of our camp night. We agreed that we we wanted an early night since we were hoping to be on the road by 6:00 a.m. to get an early start on the drive to Tennessee.
When I had booked the reservation last week, I was told that the campground entrance gate closed at 8:00 p.m., so all campers had to be in the park at that time in order to camp the night of their reservation. What they weren’t so clear about was that the entrance is also the exit, which means that at 8 o’clock on the dot, the park ranger literally locks the entrance gate until 8:00 a.m. the next day. Needless to say, this stifled our morning driving plans. And if I had a heart attack, I’d likely have to wait it out until morning. Nevertheless, we got to our site, bought three bundles of firewood and settled in for the night.
By the time we found our site, it was completely dark, so Austin and I set up the tent with a headlamp and a flashlight. Then we moved on to starting a camp fire, which turned into a thirty-minute ordeal of blowing on quick-dying embers and getting excited every time a small flame appeared. We gave up after we realized the wood wasn’t completely dry and the air was so still that it was probably killing any chance of a fire.
Then the real fun started.
We crawled into the tent after combating hundreds of Daddy Long Leg spiders just waiting until our tent flap opened up so they could race inside and torture me. I even had a minor panic attack after one got in, but thankfully Austin doesn’t have any irrational fears so that fun only lasted a few minutes.
Once we turned off the lantern, I could hear Austin start to breathe deeply, falling into a peaceful sleep. On the other side, I lay with my eyes wide open, jumping at every sound I heard (which was EVERYTHING). There was no breeze so the tiniest leaf or acorn falling from the trees landed on the ground with a loud CRACK. So many things were falling, that it started to sound like footsteps all around the campsite. At least a dozen times during the night, I was convinced that an axe murderer had crept into our camp and was circling our tent waiting to kill me.
Around 12:45 a.m., we heard loud police or fire sirens, probably a good distance from the park grounds but loud enough to sound like the forest was on fire. Then the cracking noises of the leaves began to sound like fire, and I thought for sure we were all goners because the park ranger locked us in for the night. Shortly after the sirens died away, Austin woke up and told me he couldn’t sleep either and then we both heard what we’re almost positive was a speedboat racing back and forth across the lake.
LEAVING CAMP ON TUESDAY MORNING
The restless sleep, coupled with some crazy-ass dreams, left me wide-awake at 7:00 a.m. ready to hit the road. So we packed up and left the park at quarter after 8, happy to know that a hotel was in our future for tonight.
THE FIRE THAT NEVER WAS
We just arrived in Nashville, the City of Music, and are about to do some exploring and eating. Updates to follow.
Peace & Love.