I am an old pro when it comes to Caravans. My Camper Mom and I have been doing them for many years. I gotta tell you that when you wake up on a travel day, there's an excitement in the air that's just hard to describe. Since Momma Sharon is the WagonMeister (that's what Highway Bob calls her), we usually get to lead the pack everywhere we go.
We hand out the walkie talkies, arrange the traveling order, and hit the road at a semi-determined time. It's not always precise because T@B-time has a mind of its own sometimes . . . LOL! Momma Sharon takes every opportunity to line us up for photos and boy is it a sight to see with a whole string of us along the road. Take a look at us pulling out of Myrtle Beach State Park and you'll see what I'm talking about.
My lime green and blue color scheme is hard to miss and I make a good lead trailer. We put Lucy at the tail end because she's a fat little thing and hard to see around. Besides, her Papa Rich is a Caravan veteran and won't let anyone get left behind. We position everyone else in between somewhere and make sure someone like Tiny Home (who is tall and visible with her shiny aluminum and red stripe) is right smack dab in the middle for all to spot.
Nine stinkin' cute trailers followed me down Highway 17, but we didn't get too far from the campground when chatter came across the walkie talkie from Daisy's Mom saying that her T@B keys were not where they usually were. So we had our first test on the caravan to find a place for all of us to pull over. Mom found a restaurant with a big parking lot and all ten of us wound our way to a stop. Those keys were sitting safe and sound on the bumper of Momma Crystal's car. Whew . . . good camping karma strikes again!!
Our trip from Myrtle Beach to James Island wasn't a long one, but it's always fun to stop about halfway to stretch our legs, hit the restrooms, and then pull out tables and chairs and food right there on the pavement for one of our famous parking lot picnics.
After a while we were back on the road again driving by ladies selling sweetgrass baskets and getting closer and closer to James Island County Park outside of Charleston. We had to drive over a scary bridge and even though we got separated by traffic and stop lights, we all rolled into the campground within a few minutes of each other.
This park ranks way up high on my favorites list so I was pretty excited about being back there again. Momma Sharon and Aunt Becky did their campsite magic and I was set up in no time flat in site 32 and couldn't wait for the fun to begin!
Thanks a million for coming over today to hear another Story. Until tomorrow when I'll have Chapter Four of the Coastal Caravan ready for you, always remember . . .
"Peace, Love & Camping"