Three day weekend, how about that! We took this one to Hot Springs, NC. I found this crazy treehouse village campground on the dang ol’ interweb called Creek Ridge Camping and thought we’d give it a try. I heard some people at work talking about Hot Springs and it’s claim to fame, some really…uhh…hot springs. Most people go there, stay in a cabin, and take a soak in these hot tubs that you rent by the hour and they fill up for each party with actual hot mountain spring water. But you know how we like pretending we’re homeless on the weekends and “roughing it”? Well, I just had to choose the most rugged organized campground in the area, and go there instead. So let’s preface this by saying that I think the next time we go to Hot Springs we’re renting a cabin and relaxing in hot tubs. But I’ll have to report on that later.
The basic deal with this crazy place is that that have a handful of really sweet campsites along this little creek down in a holler. You can’t park your cars anywhere close to your site, so you hike in from the cabin at the top of the mountain and the guy who runs the place drives you gear down about 3/4 of the way on his little 4-wheeler. This would be awesome, except when the guy is gone for the whole afternoon and his hippie teenage nephew isn’t allowed to drive the 4-wheeler. This resulted in more trips up and down that damn hill than I care to remember. Just in case you ever go here- pack like you’re backpacking not car camping. Here’s the trusty Cherokee at the top of the hill-
But the good news is that these little sites they have down by the creek are just lovely. Each one has a covered deck structure they call “peekas” or something made-up like that. Some of them are more treehouse-ey than others, and ours – “Birds Nest” – was kind of close to the ground. But cool nonetheless.
The sites were nicely separated and fairly private, which they ought to be for all the effort involved. There was a thick understory of fraser magnolia trees (according to the eastern forests book). And being right on the side of the creek, it was really pleasant to sleep to that sound. Nice rock fire ring, with which to burn all the firewood I had the teenage nephew carry down for us.
It was actually a good thing to have the covered deck at the site, because it rained for a good part of the weekend. Seamus hid behind the tent. He’s our lil’ dumbass.