A few months ago we decided that we wanted to go camping. Real camping with a tent, sleeping bags, lanterns, canteens, everything true campers would carry on a camping trip. There was just one small problem with our plan. This Miami couple had no camping gear. No gear, no problem. . .a trip to Walmart would fix that.
When I say real camping, I mean of course camping at a campground. A campground is primitive enough for a Miami couple that just purchased all of their camping gear, and packed it nicely in a large plastic container, tags and all. All of our camping gear, so shiny and new, was perfect for our camping adventure at Fisheating Creek Outpost in Palmdale, Florida. My favorite purchase for this trip was a Weber wannabe tabletop grill. I couldn’t wait to take this grill, with its lovely shiny red dome lid, out of the box to cook our first camping meal.
Our camping weekend had finally arrived, and after loading our Jeep with all of the essential new gear, we set off on a Friday late-afternoon to our camping destination just 2.5 hours Northwest of Miami. We would be there before sunset to pitch our tent, and get acquainted with our campsite.
Did I mention how much we love road trips? We were so excited to get on the road. But before we could begin singing along to our eclectic playlist of 80’s and 90’s tunes, with Pitbull, Michael Jackson, The Eagles, and the occasional crooners young and old mixed in, the car begins to stall, and was most obviously dying on us. Where were we at this point? Not five minutes from our front door! We were lucky enough to turn back home, unload our ailing Jeep, load our Toyota Camry with our shiny new camping gear, and get on the road again to the tune of Sweet Home Alabama. So what if we were a little behind schedule! Our fake Weber grill would be smoking at our perfect little camping site in no time.
Back on the road, two urbanites prepare to morph into country folk in the span of a 2.5 hour drive to central Florida; Miami Friday night gridlock had different plans for us. Leaving the city lights behind would take a bit longer than expected, and a few more Skynyrd and Zac Brown songs to ease into our weekend getaway.
We are now way behind and into the night, and about forty minutes from our destination. We spot an ever so enticing Walmart Superstore in the distance. We have to stop. We need some food and duct tape (duct tape is a must have according to the Mestre Camping Survival Checklist.) Perusing the merchandise displayed in the camping section of the store I find another item that, in my expert opinion, is essential. “Look honey, a shiny little red lantern to go with our shiny red Weber imposter!” I say to my husband. Little red lantern now joins the rest of our shiny new gear. Morphing is almost complete. We are ready to camp out!
We arrive at the campground after hours and have to enter a code at the entrance gate to gain entry. A campground map with our campsite marked to easily locate our site, is left in a mailbox on the office/shop porch. As we head down the path to our site, we see huge campers, motor homes, and a few scattered tents grouped relatively close together, with lights strung between the trees. It’s very dark, but from what we can see, we are thrilled at the picturesque and perfect surroundings of this campground.
Further down a more isolated road we find our site, nestled deep within grounds surrounded by bushes and trees. We could see that the space led out to some type of water, a creek or lake maybe. It was pitch black, with no light of any kind except for the car headlights. This “always up for adventure” girl was starting to feel a little nervous. My husband pulls out of our neatly packed camping container two new headlamps he had purchased for the trip. Now we look like miners, and as we stood in the darkness laughing at each other I thought. . .I’m so glad we brought these headlights!
As we struggled with our tent, that comfortably accommodates two people and a queen size air mattress (yes I know, we’re roughing it), it begins to rain. We finish inflating the mattress, place it inside the tent, hang our shiny new little red lantern from a hook inside, and lay down our exhausted bodies before a monsoon, together with thunder and lightning serenade us to sleep.
For the rest of the weekend we enjoyed the trails, canoeing, exploring the beauty of the grounds, grilling, and just relaxing. Fisheating Creek was everything we expected it to be…a serene and beautiful campground that enchants even the most amateur camper.
One of my favorite memories of Helen is tubing down the Chattahoochee River with my husband, after a day of exploring the village. The normally smooth and relaxing tubing trip down the river was an especially hilarious one for us. We didn’t account for the low water level, and instead of enjoying a two-hour trip, it took close to four hours of laughing at each other while getting stuck on the rocks, then flipping over as we lost our balance prying ourselves out! A push stick and water shoes are a must have on this river adventure. Check out 
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