Contrary to Popular Camping Opinions...Pt1

After enjoying a few days in the north GA mountains of Hiawassee, I return with new insight and understanding into some of life's common misconceptions. I will pick a few of my favorites and share them with my friends.


Contrary to popular camping opinion..... staking your tent should never be considered optional. We battled some steady winds while setting up one of our family's tent. It took all hands on deck to maintain control during the process. When we had the tent placed just where we wanted it, we let our guard down. Just then, before we had gotten any stakes in the ground, a major gust blew in. Lifting our tent right off the ground, the wind rolled it across our campsite. Thankfully, God grew a clump of pine trees strategically between us and the pond, keeping our tent from tumbling into the pond. After taking a deep breath & reminding ourselves that we were having fun, we dissassembled the wreckage and started over...a little smarter the second time around.





Contrary to popular camping opinion.....Not all roosters have feathers.
I admit I was as shocked as you, to learn this amazing bit of info. You see, we camp often. We are completely accustomed to being awakened by roosters, crows, and the like. But this trip, we were awakened promptly at 7am each day by an odd rooster. Rather than the age-old, over-rated, typical "Cock-a-doodle-doo!", our Mr. Rooster's signature call sounded more like "Eeeeee-Awwwwww!" I was so intrigued that I set off in search of Mr. Rooster. I had to get a glimpse of this guy. I walk to the end of our campground, thru a small thicket, jumped a little stream and came to a pasture. I made certain there were no rogue bulls grazing before setting off across the field. I went as far as I dared tresspass, before giving up. No Mr. Rooster anywhere. But I did find a neat old barn to photograph.


Mr. Rooster Hunt...Take Two.....
While approaching our campground via the road, we came upon a neighboring pasture. It was there that I glimpsed Mr. Rooster for the first time. I had my Daddy pull over and I jumped out and stealthily made my way back to the field. To my utter "amazement" he looked nothing like a rooster...but rather like a donkey. Not a feather anywhere!

Mr. Rooster was very friendly to approach, and we were soon on a first name basis. What a novelty! I rather liked being awakened by a donkey. Hey, it's not everyday.........


"Eeeeeeeeeee-Awwwwwwwww!!!!!!!"