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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.

Beginner’s Luck

There is a first time for everything. A trite phrase, but true.  For the hunter, there is the first time he (or she) shoots a duck or a deer.  For the runner, it‘s the first real race.  For the baseball player, it’s the first time up at bat, even though he or she might only be 5 years old.

For the young family looking for outdoor adventure and quality time together, it is often the first camping trip.  Unless one has been passed down to you, you have to buy the tent.  And then, there are all the camping supplies – the ones you THOUGHT you needed, the ones you DID need, and the ones you REALLY needed, but didn’t get.  There are sleeping bags, bike carriers, outdoor lanterns, and everything made by Coleman.  What is a new Igloo to you is a familiar friend for every raccoon for miles around.  So much to know – so much to learn.

Our first camping trip was no different. We bought a Eureka tent that was guaranteed for life, and rated for high winds and snow.  OK – we lived in South Louisiana, but we wanted to make sure we had all bases covered.  (If Eureka had known what was coming, they probably would have asked us to share our luck with another company!)  For food, we had cokes, bread, hot dogs and bacon.  What else would you need?  It’s a camping trip….

It was October, and the leaves were turning.  We chose a beautiful campground, Clear Springs Recreational Area, located in the Southern Mississippi hills, halfway between Natchez and Brookhaven off Highway 84.  It was a special place where we had camped as children with our own parents, aunts, uncles and cousins.  There was a great trail for hiking, a perfect lake for fishing, and lots of raccoons to leave leftover hotdogs for, (so totally against the rules – sorry!), and a really clean bathhouse.  We chose a campsite on a slope  near the edge of one of the beautiful creeks in the campground. It was perfect!

Setting up the tent took over an hour;  we were on a learning curve.  And someone should have told us about using a ground cloth.  Sleeping bags in place, dinner went off without a hitch – it’s hard to ruin hotdogs for a 2 and 5 year old.  After a really successful first campfire that chased away the chill of the October evening, we headed for the sleeping bags.  All was well…

Changes, they are a-comin’……….

Around midnight, thunder rumbling in the distance was sending a loud message that changes were coming.  Clear Springs is a retreat nestled in a cove in the hills.  We could hear the storm moving all around us, but couldn’t see it’s approach.  The thunder woke the children; both were ready to “go home now.”  The storm moved rapidly toward us;  the rain started.   As the storm came over us, winds literally howled around our tent.  I believe it’s the first time I had ever actually heard “howling” winds.  The sounds of trees falling in the hills all around was terrifying.

As we huddled together, just waiting for a tree to fall through our new tent, we felt the dampness seeping into the floor.  Had we waterproofed the tent seams?  Hmmm… No one told us about that.  Were the sleeping bags waterproof?   Should we have set up camp on a down slope near a creek?  So much to learn in so little time.

We stayed in the tent, water literally flowing through it, our sleeping bags soaked through, until the first light.  When we surveyed the damage, we realized we were in the natural drain path for the campground to the creek!  Who knew?!?

Finally, with dawn’s first light, we gathered up all of our wet gear, rolled up our wet tent, and threw everything in the back of our truck.  The two hour ride home was wet, cold and miserable.  A lesser family would have thrown in the towel…. and the tent, and the sleeping bags and everything that went with camping. But we persevered.

We have continued, for many years, to return to Clear Springs with our children, and now, our grandchildren.  The tent has been passed on to our son; and yes, it is still in good shape.  Remember that lifetime guarantee? Our Coleman stove is still in use, and our Igloos still keep things cold.  For us, camping is now in a 32 foot Fifth Wheel, complete with AC, a microwave, and satellite TV.  But the camping experience is still the best.