We needed a stopover spot on the way to Shenandoah National Park.
Coming from the Virginia/Kentucky border north and east, the entrance to the park we were aiming for would make for more than five hours of driving and, while that’s far from impossible, we don’t like to do much more than three.
Usually, when we’re moving, we need to stop at least for supplies. Sometimes we’ll need gas, or propane, or both. Sometimes, we need to hit a dump station before leaving, too. If all of those things need to happen on the same day, three hours driving, plus time to eat lunch, can mean as much as six hours between points A and B.
I considered doing a quick Walmart overnight. The benefit being we can kill two birds with one stone by doing a shopping run after getting settled into a spot in the back of the lot. But with no schedule, why not see what might be around halfway and a spend a couple nights?
At about the two and a half hour mark I found three Virgina state parks in close proximity to each other. Checking reviews, I ended up pointing the navigation at Camp Creek State Park, not far off Interstate 77. The place ended up being a gem.
Nice grounds, nice weather, laundry, playground, waterfalls and hiking trails and bike trails and great friendly staff. We stayed two nights and spent our warm sunny down day splashing around in the creek and riding bikes. I wore shorts and a t-shirt and flip-flops for the first time in too long.
Sharaun and I both agreed it was an amazing piece of luck to find the place. She even said it was her favorite stay in a long while.