To come later, full reports of a 'taking it easy' drive down, with two really lovely

Tent overnight stops at Oak Mountain State Park, just south of Bama Ed's briar patch, and the second night, tenting too, at Suwannee River State Park just west of Lake City, Florida. Details when I take time to master pic posting.
In short, both with sewer hookups, the first is groomed and full paved, the second, rustic. We rate the first campground a family10- lake beach, trails, petting farm, golf, beauty, more-and the second, a real high 8- scenery, civil war earthworks, and new bathrooms with larger, very near as nice shower units as the Fort.
I would have said, as nice, but I'm rocking on the Meadows Trading Post porch, watching a momma teach her little 3 year old to flip his little plastic casting fish just so, and listening to dueling banjos, me just cool-fresh (morning's getting warm fast) from a loop 1500 shower. No, even those new bathhouses can't compare!
"Mommy! My hot dog's gone!" Now there are three young ones and an egret at the bike barn shore and the fishing's getting exciting.
I've got to smile at the "strategic packing mode" gene...or our absence of it, in my case, too. By that point, it feels my brain cells are fried! And I totally was in a "denial mode" of my own, typing that post when sleep or something else was the more efficient op.
Last night it was supposed to pour, but after our set-up, (large Eureka domed 12 x 12 tent, everyone in, no cots or air mattresses this time- (surprise! We all slept well, every night without 'em.

)- including a clever tarred dining fly constructed by the boys, a quick swim and slide, we ate a pixie-dust added Giddy Up And Go meal while watching the camp movie Tangled, and no lasting rain yet.
This morning we're headed to church services as normal, even at Disney, then we are switching sites into our Fort Camper Rental pop up. So I need to leave the lone rocker free for one of you. Now Oh Shenandoah is playing. The bus across the walk makes a Squeee- P-shhht dee dee dee- stop -Shoop , some peaceful looking retires step in and off they head to the dock under bright blue and white skies.
And I head to a picnic table breakfast with 6 great kids and DH, of cold left over chicken, granola and grapes.
