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08 July
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Camping Brings Families Closer

The Army Corps of Engineers operates Campgrounds on some of the most beautiful waterways in the United States. One of our favorites for many years has been Lake Ouachita near Hot Springs, Arkansas. Lake Ouachita is a special place for us. Our children, and now or grandchildren, attended summer camp at Camp Ozark, just outside of Mt. Ida. All of their lake activities, such as skiing and riding the giant banana took place on Lake Ouachita. During one of those summers, our son received his scuba license diving in the clear waters.

Twenty-two years ago, when our own children were in summer camp nearby, we tent-camped on a rocky point that extended out into the lake, giving us the feeling we were the only people there. We watched sunsets rivaled by none, and floated leisurely in the cool lake waters next to our campsite. This was Denby Point, a Corps of Engineers Campground in the Ozark foothills on Lake Ouachita.

Denby Point had always been a special place for us. Hiking trails were beautiful. The lake was clean and clear, just perfect for swimming, boating, fishing, or whatever you could figure out to do on water. Arkansas quartz deposits protruded from the high banks of the lakeshore, literally littering the rocky shoreline with crystals. When our granddaughters started going to camp like their father had so many years ago, we knew, having graduated from a tent to a 32 ft. fifth wheel, that Denby Point was a place we wanted to return to.

Here was the plan. We would set up our RV in Denby Point. Our son and daughter-in-law would pick up their girls on the last day of summer camp, and they would all join us for a night of camping and family time in Denby Point. While our granddaughters had camped with us many times, it would be our daughter-in-law’s first time camping with us. This really needed to go well.

And all WAS going well, as we watched the sun start to set and got the campfire started to roast the hotdogs. In the distance, where the sun should be making a spectacular exit, clouds had moved in. You could see lightning, and hear faint thunder. It was a spectacular show; it was a LONG way away.

We were not worried. In what seemed a second or two, the storm was upon us. The wind blew; heavy rain pelted on the RV roof. The lightning flashed like fireworks all around us. Needless to say, the campfire and hotdogs were long, lost memories of what might have been. We were all huddled inside the camper, having quickly rolled in the awning and picked up anything that could fly away. With a really loud, oh-so-close lightning strike, all the power in the campground went black. Flashlights were now the order of the day, and any operations in the RV were on battery power. Dinner turned out to be sandwiches.

It was about then that we learned how frightened our daughter-in-law was of thunder storms.
Finally, the storm passed. The ranger drove around to let all of us know that the bathhouses would be closed until the power came back on, because they relied on pumps to bring water to them. All water was cut off in the campground, so we had to rely on what was in our reserve tank. It was deadly dark outside; with the passage of the storm, the winds subsided, and it got hot.

About midnight, the ranger came around again, letting us know that the power outage was not local, that the entire 5 country region was out, and we probably wouldn’t have power until the next day. About 3 am, our battery power, that had been operating small fans and some limited AC, gave up the ghost. It was a L-O-N-G night.

The next morning, the campground was emptying quickly. Our son and daughter-in-law and family had been out of there at daybreak. As we approached the dump station, we learned it would be closed, as there was no power to pump the waste water. In the end, we still love Denby Point, and our daughter-in-law still loves us!

The moral of this story: Sometimes, there’s just nothing just nothing you can do about it. Things happen!

A great guide to Corps of Engineers campgrounds is Camping With the Corps of Engineers. You can make reservations online at www.recreation.gov.

25 June
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Tenting in Style

Devil’s Den State Park – one of the jewels of northwestern Arkansas.  And no, I do not live in Arkansas, or work for the Arkansas Tourism Department!  It is just a beautiful area to camp.

Our children attended summer camp at Camp Ozark, just out of Mt. Ida, Arkansas, most of their school age years.  But they weren’t the only ones having a wonderful time camping.  Several summers, we were able to drop the kids off at summer camp, and head off into the surrounding region with our family size tent in hand.  This particular year, our getaway was an elegant time to return to romance for mom and dad.

Devil’s Den State Park is located in Arkansas’s Ozark Mountains, between Ft. Smith and Fayetteville.  Built in the 1930’s as a CCC project, the park is filled with rustic wood and stone structures.  The special features that led us to set our sites on this location for our adults-only getaway included the 8-acre lake, mountain biking trails, caves for exploring, and the beautiful creek that runs through the campground.

This particular June, we were lucky to get a campsite right on Lee Creek.  Every night, we went to sleep to the sound of the water gently rolling and dancing over the rocky creek bed.  Hiking the trail that followed the creek, nature’s gift was an incredible display of early summer wildflowers that cascaded down the rocky slopes, broke slightly for the trail, and continued down to the creek’s edge.  And just when we thought we had seen Mother Nature’s surprises, including a healthy rattlesnake sunning himself on the rocky path, we came upon the most unexpected, blue swimming hole we had ever seen.

During the evening, dining was in five-star style!  Several weeks before our trip, the dinner menu had been decided.  Included were such delicacies as Crawfish Etoufee, Shrimp Scampi, Sour Cream Chicken over Noodles, and Chicken Marsala, all prepared ahead and frozen in sealed, plastic bags that could be dropped in a pot of boiling water and heated to serve.  Side dishes were prepared the same.  (No pots to clean!) All the dinner elements were frozen, and acted as the ice in our ice chest.  With a little additional ice over the course of the camping week, all remained frozen or very cold until ready to serve.

Two place settings of our good china, Kirk Sterling flatware, and Waterford crystal glasses were CAREFULLY(!) packed, along with a cloth tablecloth and cloth napkins.  Candles and candle holders were a must.  A small handful of wildflowers from the surrounding hills graced our table each evening.  And all this under the protection of a really substantial screen tent over the transformed, concrete picnic table.  Each evening, as we lit the candles and enjoyed our special occasion dinners, fellow campers would walk by, each stopping to take a second look at the dining room set up in the screen tent!

I know what they were thinking.  “I don’t want to wash those dishes,” or “I am camping – that looks like a lot of work,” or “those people must not have their kids with them.”  And they would all be right.  We have never camped in such style again; however, it made for a truly special memory that we wouldn’t trade for the world.  Make your camping trip a special occasion, at least once!

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