Seminole State Park -- What Again?

Yes, we just returned from four nights at Seminole State Park in Georgia.  I tried to count how many times we've been there; it's been seven times in the past year.  Every time is different in some way and they have all been good.

This week the weather was perfect for camping.  It was cool and the sun was shining.  There were a number of sites available right on the lake.  This time we chose site #2.  Usually we stay farther down, but this was a pull through site and hard to resist.

After it was too late to change sites, Bubba noticed a rotten limb above our awning.  He was worried about it falling and tearing up the awning so we did not put the awning out or hang our lights -- maybe next time.

Yep, it's rotten!

With the slide fixed on our new trailer, it felt like we were camping in a mansion.  You don't realize how much space you really have until you don't have it and have to ease through a narrow opening to get to your bed.

The view is always awesome.

Bubba took his kayak and enjoyed paddling around while I sat outside and read.  We walked some, but my foot is still bothering me.  (I have a doctor's appointment Monday.)  I really miss being able to exercise on the treadmill.

Here he comes.  I bet he's looking for breakfast.

We rode into Bainbridge twice and found a new restaurant that we liked.  It had a good country cooking buffet and it was good both times.  We did some exploring in the woods.  

Wild flowers were blooming everywhere.

What can I say?

Bubba grilled some good hamburgers and sausage one night.  Another time we had grilled pork chops.  

The acres of cotton make me think of the Bible verse... "The fields are white unto harvest."

This field of sunflowers stretched on forever.  So pretty!

We figured that the fish must be biting because there were some many fishermen out this time.  Some people in a tent close to us would leave before daylight and return after dark.  We finally figured out that there was a bass tournament starting when we were awakened on Friday morning by a loudspeaker calling the boats to start out one at a time.  There were sixty entries. With the red and green lights it looked like Christmas on the lake.

Trucks with boat trailers were parked everywhere.

On the way home Friday we stopped at the truck stop in Marianna and ate Popeye's Chicken for lunch.  Yes, I know that fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and a biscuit are not diet food  --- but it sure was good.

I've decided to order adult training wheels for my bicycle.  I don't know if Bubba will ride with me, but Judy has promised that she would.  My balance is off and I'm afraid I'm going to fall so my beautiful new bicycle is stored in the barn.  Maybe this will help me gain my confidence.  I hope so.  I really want to ride in all these parks.

Later in the week I decided to Google the bass tournament to see if anyone I knew was entered in it.  It turns out that a young man that I worked with at the prison actually won it.  The prize was a bass boat with a 200 hp Evinrude motor on it.  It's a small world, isn't it?