The Blue Ridge Parkway ends in Shenandoah National Park, so we drove straight into the park on the last leg of our road trip.
Upon our arrival, the campsites were full…We hadn’t reserved a spot ahead because the one we wanted to stay at was a first-come-first-served and it was a really popular weekend at the park. So we briefly thought about an RV park, but our little tent in the middle of a bunch of RVs didn’t appeal to us. So we stayed in a hotel—and several hotels in the nearby town were already booked! I will not say I was sad to miss a night in the great outdoors. Three cheers for a bathroom, pillows, sheets, and TV.
We got some backcountry camping in the second night. Complete with nearby coyotes—their sounds in the night always remind me of Little House on the Prairie. Some deer stopped near our tent for a visit after dark. They sounded just like human footsteps slowly walking towards us, and it brought a little bit of banjo music into my head. And made my heart race. Until Ben opened the tent and shined a flashlight out and we saw what it was. Brief moment of panic ended with a sigh of relief.
Happy trails…good times! :)