August Twenty-seventh; Down By The Riverside

I had no idea about the spot my son has reserved for our vacation except that it was beside a river. But wow.

I honestly don’t know how much research he put into his choice. I don’t know if there were photos, or videos or any information online that would assist him in his decision. All I know is the place was perfect.

Camp Riverslanding in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee is an RV campground. I don’t have the information on exactly how many spaces they have, but it seems large enough without being overly large. They have a swimming pool and kids play area. A covered picnic area and the river. The road through is one way, but there is an entrance/exit road at each end that will give you access to the main road through town. The roadway is paved, but the spots, at least the ones I paid any attention to were gravel. The spots for those home on wheels may have been paved but I honestly don’t know.  Each spot also has a wrought iron picnic table and benches, but without padding those things aren’t all that comfortable, but they do come in handy. They come around every morning and pick up the bagged trash if you leave it out for them. There are also many locations for one to deposit doggy droppings.

It was really a nice place. No one bothered anyone. It was quiet with the exception of the cicada that seemed to be highly concentrated in the tree behind our camper, but the thing is, it reminded me of home and didn’t bother me at all. There a large gaggle of geese that inhabit the area. Just an FYI being that they were constantly moving.

A couple of funny things did happen with the geese, I was sitting in my chair out back listening to the cicada and watching the river and yes, scrolling through stuff on my phone, when I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. A gentleman in a camper a few spots over didn’t want the geese too close to his home away from home. He came out shirtless and was gently waving his ball cap at the geese to move them along. They didn’t go too far, but he didn’t press it either.

My son told me of the second. He saw a pick up truck leaving out but the geese were in the road. Geese being protected the driver had to be careful. Seems that they accidentally ended up herding the geese along the road, through and out of the park into a grassy area just before the main road. They were still there when we pulled out later and still cautious thinking we may be going to make them move further but no, we weren’t doing any off roading that morning. 

There is also ducks, pigeons, egrets or cranes? Some really big birds.. and a visiting squirrel or two or..its amazing how something only a couple blocks off the main stretch could feel so in the country. 

The river isn’t too terribly deep, perfect for wading and tubing which we saw several enjoying. And yes, I did get my feet in the water. As hot as it was while we were there the water felt perfect.  See previous sunburn photos.

Across the river is a big hotel with balconies facing the river, the parking garage is on that side as well. Even when people were out on the balcony, I didn’t feel as if my privacy was violated as there were several trees between our camper and the river allowing me to sit out there undisturbed. Watching the river, the geese and listening to the cicada. From my vantage point behind the corner of the camper in the shade and privacy, I could see people walking along the road, riding bicycles or scooters. Walking their dogs, walking with each other. Simply enjoying life. Something that has been sadly missing for many. It was also easy to be socially distanced from those you didn’t know if that was how you felt the most comfortable.

 Even though we didn’t make use of it, every location that I saw, had a grill/fire pit of sorts. I did see others who had wood stacked and ready. 

As I sit here, writing this out. my mind wandering back, I know things could have been so different. We were blessed with the best spot he could have found. It was safe and quiet. We were able to enjoy our time and sleep in peace without concerns. And it turns out, that my son may actually be a relative of Aquaman. A discovery made..down by the riverside.

The camera on my phone really stinks. But this is my son making his way to the rapids above our campsite.

About rebecca s revels

A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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4 Responses to August Twenty-seventh; Down By The Riverside

  1. John says:

    The campground looks and sounds like a nice place, Rebecca!

    • It was really nice. I’m thinking of sharing more photos this evening as my footnotes, unless something amazing happens between now and then. Though I don’t think catching up on laundry will be it 😉

  2. Sounds like an idyllic spot for a holiday!

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