We left our campground in Wilson, NC headed to Hagan Stone Park near Pleasant Garden, NC to spend some time with my family. It took us about 2 1/2 hours to get there from Wilson, ( remember we're retired and in no hurry ). When we got to the park we followed directions to the campground on a winding dirt road cut throughout the woods, followed by a park ranger. The campground where we would have to stay only had 2 campers in it (yea)!!, this was going to be nice!

Let me explain a little about this campground, this was a city park which was built in the county a long way from the city limits of Greensboro, NC. Somewhere in the past years it has become a county park being staffed and maintained by county personnel. It had been over 30 years since we had been to this park and they've done a very good job of adding and maintaining the facilities.

Ok, back to us arriving at the park. We pulled up to the dump station and parked as we had decided to dump our tanks and then walk around and look at the different sites to determine which would work best for us. The park ranger that had been following us came up and asked if he could help us, sure thing!. We told him we wanted a site for about a week as we were from out of state and would be visiting family. He said that he didn't have anything that long as the campground was full for the weekend because there was a "bluegrass festival" going on this weekend, the best he could do would be for three nights, but would go to the office to confirm ( bummer!) When I had looked at their web site it said it was first come first served on sites, except for holidays or special events, didn't know about the festival.

While the ranger was headed back to the office we decided to take what we could get and then maybe move over to my nephew or nieces house for a couple day and then come back after the weekend. I started to unhitched the car when I saw a lady coming toward me and thought maybe she had a question about our camper when she asked if I was Ken Saunders, it was then I realized that it was
my cousin Doris. What do you thinks the odds are on driving over 800 miles and telling no one you're coming and meeting your cousin whom you haven't seen in about 3 years in a little county park. I guess I should have went to the store and got a lotto ticket! She and her husband Jim had driven up from their house in Liberty to reserve a space for the festival. We enjoyed a brief talk as the ranger had come back and took Jim to look at a site while we continues to talk. Jim liked the site and went to the office to reserve it, now after unhooking our car I drove over to the office. The ranger had located a site that we could use because of a cancellation that had just came through (whew!), no moving.

I drove back to the camper and we found the site. It was a back-in, not really a problem. We got it backed in and leveled, put out the slides, hooked up the electric and water ( no sewer hook ups ) Finally we were parked,  time to relax and surprise family.

More to come