This past weekend we left Florida after three months of hanging around in the (mostly) sun and landed at a little campground just on the Georgia side of the border near the coast called Walkabout Camp & RV Park. There, our friends the Skeat family were already set up as they had arrived a couple of days earlier. After we arrived they offered to make dinner for us. Ben suggested a crawfish boil and since none of us had tried them yet we thought why not.

See ya later Florida.

Welcome to Georgia

So, Ian went off with Ben to pick up some of the ingredients we would need for the meal at a supermarket in nearby Kingsland which is about 15 minutes south of the campground. On the way home, Ben took Ian for a little drive around the area pointing out some of the stuff they had discovered since arriving in the area. Once the local tour was over it was off to the local fish store (which was just down the road from the campground). Here, they ran into a slight problem. The local fish store had run out of fresh, live crawfish. The store had them frozen but this would not do for Ben. He wanted them still alive. Now the men were on a mission to find fresh, live crawfish. The town of Woodbine is up the road about 10 minutes so off Ben and Ian went. It just happens to be the same route Ben took Ian on before going to the fish store. Upon arriving in Woodbine, they saw a sign as they entered town saying home of the world’s largest crawfish festival or something along those lines. Now wouldn’t you think that in a town making this claim, there would be a shop or two selling live crawfish? Nope. Not one shop at all in town sold live crawfish. So, Ben got on the old smart phone and found a place about 20 miles up the road that had live crawfish in stock. So off they went back down the way they came, along the same route near the campground thinking they would go past it and further south to the fish shop. Ben thought he better check the directions on the phone when he discovered they were going the wrong direction. So, turn around they did and went back to Woodbine on the same stretch of road they had now driven four times in the last hour. The end of the story is that yes, Ben got his live crawfish after going around in circles a couple of times and at least an extra 80 miles of driving but, the mission was accomplished. And by the way, dinner was great and both families thoroughly enjoyed the meal and fellowship. Unfortunately, the evening was cut short by these little, fly like tiny bugs called gnats that was biting the living daylights out of all us.

Crawfish feast with the boys getting what is left.

The main building at the campground.

Our long but tight spot.

The play area for the kids at the campground.

The pool area at the campground

The club house at Walkabout Camp & RV Park.

The sign I think says it all.

The river right next to the campground

The next day after a nice, slow start both families decided to go for a drive of about 40 miles up the road to a National Monument called Fort Frederica. Funny thing was about 30 miles along this trip we drove past the fish store from which Ben got the live crawfish. The fort was built in the early to mid-1700’s by the British to defend its land from the Spanish. Here, we went on a ranger led tour and watched a short film about the history of the fort as well as wandered the grounds and learned more about the history of this country. It was a very nice afternoon. As we left, the women went in one car and the men in the other as Jennie set Ben another mission to meet for that night meal. The mission was homemade sausage rolls… made Aussie style and of course Ben took on the mission with no hesitation. So, the guys went off shopping once again while the ladies went back to the park so Veronica and Ally could swim. Let’s just say Ben passed the mission with flying colors! We ate were some very good sausage rolls for dinner that night.

At the National Monument Fort Frederica.

The Skeat and Mason kids at the national park sign.

The girls possing for their picture.

Dressed up in clothing they may have worn in the 1700s

This is a replica of the type of shacks the settlers lived in until they built their houses at Fort Frederica.

Looking down towards the fort at the end, this was once the main street of the town.

The foundations are all that are left of most of the buildings at Fort Frederica.

The ranger who took us on a guided tour.

The remains of the powder magazine at Fort Frederica

The site where the British army barracks were situated…

Everyone getting their Jr. Ranger badges – even the Mamas!

Kids posing for a picture with the National park service sign.

Our two-day visit would come to an end Monday morning as it was time for the M5 Adventures crew to pack up and move on to their next destination.  Walkabout Camp & RV Park is ideal for a two or three night stop over on your way into or leaving Florida. The sites are nice and long although not very wide. The lounge area and office has plenty of Aussie memorabilia in it to look at and the owner is easy to talk to. In case you haven’t figured it out yet, he IS an Aussie. There is a small playground for kids plus a small swimming pool and a very short walk away is a river or pond you can go fishing in. There are pigs and chickens as well. Major shops are not very far away either in Kingsland, just 15 minutes away. Troy, the owner, has purchased an adjacent piece of land and is also getting ready to expand the park for more sites. We will definitely return to this park in the future.