It was 6:30 on a mid-April evening as we wound our way down some narrow, winding country roads in search of the Blue Ridge campground. We knew that given the hour, we'd either stay here or face more driving in an unfamiliar rig on even less familiar roads -- in the dark.So it was a little unsettling to find the check-in office locked and dark. A sign on a window listed a phone number for after-hours check-in. But our cell phone was flashing the ominous "searching for service" message that nearly always translates into no cell signal.
In desperation we pulled into the campground loop, hoping to squat a site and settle up with the management in the morning. That's when John Wood, the genial owner of the campground, showed up to rescue us. He took us to see a site and then back to the office, where his equally pleasant wife, Diane, checked us in.
The campground is located on a gentle little stream, which only a week before had turned into a raging river in unusually heavy rains. This meant that none of the "transient" campsites were available. So John gave us a site in the "long-term" section. The site was reasonably level and dry, and definitely better than the Wal-Mart parking lot we saw looming in our future only an hour earlier. RV sites have full hookups and cable TV.
Sites are close together and open, but overall the campground feels like a family-oriented neighborhood. It quiets down quickly at night, and given the remote location, light pollution and traffic noise are not problems.
We were soon treated to the trilling of toads, the spring song of peepers and a million stars in a black night sky.
Facilities when we visited seemed only just average, but it was early in the season and the owners were still cleaning up from a rough winter. The campground is generally open from April 1 through October.
In the summer, there's a nice pool and playground, as well as a variety of scheduled activities. The state stocks the nearby stream with fish, and fishing is clearly a popular activity in this area.