This weekend is a stay-at-home weekend. Work has been busy, and the S.O. and I are looking forward to going someplace over Memorial Day. In the interim, I’m taking the opportunity to remember how good last weekend was.
Now, lest you ask me the question, ” So how was the camping?” it is essential to remember that the S.O. and tent camping are like matter and anti-matter-two items that, when brought together, bring about destructive results. Accordingly, we stayed in the lodge at the park, which is lovely and has the added attraction of most rooms having a view like this:
We spent some time just watching the sunset. The lake also looked pretty good in the morning too:
On Saturday morning, we got up with the full intention of trying to get golf in before the rain was going to start in the afternoon. The problem was that the State Park course was closed for renovation. Damn.
Undeterred, I decided this was my opportunity to check out this place. It’s about 10 miles north of Guntersville-but it’s an excellent golf course. I’ve wanted to play it-but the S.O. was not keen on its hills or abundant water hazards. But we wanted to get some golf in-and I sweetened the deal by offering to take her to an antique store on the way back.
On arrival, we learned that they had a tournament scheduled at one -but we could play nine if we were willing to go off at 9:30. Driving range balls are included in the greens fee ( which I still considered pricey)-so we said, ” Sure, we’ll try it. Rain is supposed to come this afternoon anyway”.
” Yea, we know we are hoping it will pass quickly, though.”
Soon we were off on the course. Considering I had not played too much this spring, and the course is challenging, I was happy to get the score I did. They had paired us up with a retired guy who explained why the State Park course was closed.
” Seems the old greenskeeper knew a lot about growing grass, but he knew nothing about golf. He rounded all the greens into hills, so they had good drainage. People were sick of the fact that it was hard to putt on. So the new manager convinced them to spend the money to fix it up right. Brought in a pro too.”
Well, that gives us an excuse to come back.
After golf was over, we decided to drive to Bucks Pocket-which is actually home to another state park, which appeared to be a mecca for rock climbers and bow hunters.
They also had an overlook-but you really could not see much from it except a wooded valley and more rocks.
The overlook, though, came with helpful suggestions-spray painted on by some wag:
So we had that going for us.
So we left and drove back to the park. That’s how we discovered the Bass Fishing tournament had arrived:
They did have lots of exhibits set up:
We did not stick around to watch the boats come back. I was more interested in watching this:
It’s a good park.
“So how was the camping?”, it is important to remember that the S.O. and tent camping are like matter and anti-matter-two items that when brought together bring about destructive results.”
It may be a genetic thing, as it never failed when mom and dad took us kids camping, they always had at least one argument.
Sounds like you two had a good time.
Great pics.
Thanx
Glad you had good time