Captain’s Log Day 8
We’re on the road by 10am, this time a full day’s drive to Montgomery AL from Katy TX. I forget how big Houston freeways are; at one point I count 9 lanes *in each direction* (18 total lanes!). I’ve never seen so much concrete. It’s otherwise mostly uneventful, though. Traffic is fair to light and the road is good. We stop at a random lakeside park by Lake Charles for lunch. It smells of the ocean and has an alligator pond/cage/viewing area.
While I typically encourage the kids to drink a lot (to survive the desert heat & dry), I don’t check on how much they eat, just that they eat a reasonably balanced diet. So I missed out that Matt hadn’t eaten all day, and was constantly staring heads-down on his IPod on silly flash games. Well, towards afternoon he starts feeling sick, and near dinner he barfs and refuses to eat or drink anything. He cannot even keep down tiny bits of bread or Gatoraide; the 2nd barf happens on our bedsheets and pillow. At this point he decides to camp out by the RV toilet and do any more barfing into that (uggh!!! poor guy!!!!), and we decide to cut it short and look for camping for the night. By dinner he’s still unable to keep anything down; we grab to-go food from a collection of fast-food joints and keep rolling to the nearest campsite.
We get 1/2 way between Mobile & Montgomery, AL and pull over into a nice full-service RV park. Shelley & I decide to camp outside in a tent, so Josh can get off the floor (he’s 17 and 6ft tall, lean and flexible… and does not fit in any of the RV pullout/fold-down beds, so he’s been sleeping in the aisle). We want Josh off the floor so Matt can make an emergency run from his foldout bed to the bathroom without interference. It’s beastly hot and humid outside, but I figure it will cool off as the night wears on. Boy was I wrong! It remains 80+ & 80% humidity all night long outside, while the kids were sleeping in air-conditioned luxury. And we get a late night visit from the camp kitten – he’s adorably cute and caterwauls at us, and starts climbing the tent with his razor claws until Shelley takes him for a walk. He follows her like a shadow all over the park until she finally has to lock him in the campground bathroom.
Captain’s Log Day 9
Finally dawn breaks and we move back into the cool RV air. Ahhh, blessed relief. Also, Matt is much better – it’s a common kid 24-hour tummy bug. I start him back in on the BRAT diet, with sips of water – and now he’s very hungry, a good sign. He continues to improve throughout the day and is eating normal by dinner. We pull up camp (we’re getting quite expert at this) and head for Stone Mountain, GA.
Stone Mountain is a giant mountain-sized chunk of granite outside of Atlanta, with a park and a lake. It’s been carved with a 50ft high sculpture and has been slowly improved over the years to include many hiking trails, a sky tram system, lots of outdoor adventure activities and an amusement park. Apparently the “ducks” (amphibious vehicals) are fantastic. We are going there for the July 4th extravaganza – and as a sign that I’m on vacation, I barely know that today is the 3rd and I’ve no idea what day of the week it is. We get there about 3pm and check in to a nice RV camp site.
Shelley cooks a fantastic spaghetti dinner. My brother Eric drives out to camp with us, bring his best friends’ two small girls (ages 6 & 7) with him (he’s been watching the girls when the parents are working since they were 2 & 3) and we all enjoy a nice picnic dinner. As the evening rolls on we’re deciding on whether or not to see the laser & fireworks show this evening (there’s a bigger one tomorrow) – when the thunderstorm hits. It’s a real downpour, big lightning and thunder, blowing wind, the works. We wait that out, and then try to take a walk about the park. Eric & I, the two girls and my middle two kids walk over to the clubhouse (to check out the water-taxi ride to the main park area) but the rain has other ideas. We make it to the clubhouse but we’re fairly wet, so we treat the girls to hot chocolate while we dry out. We wait for the rains to end but it’s no good – the rain has turned into a steady drizzle; we just as wet by the time we make it back and there’s no end in sight. We give up any idea of tent camping or seeing the laser show and settle for watching a Disney movie (the Sword in the Stone) and having a lazy evening with all 10 of us huddled in the RV). Sleeping arrangements are “cozy” to say the least! But at least everybody is dry.
Captain’s Log Day 10
It’s the 4th of July! We breakfast, cleanup & head over to the water taxi. The rains have stopped and the sun is out. It’s gonna be a hot & humid day. The water taxi is nice, it’s cooler near the lake. We make it to Stone Mountain’s main attraction area and decide to walk to the bell tower. The park is already busier than Eric has ever seen it before. There’s a large Indian family setup under the bells already (and I see more people of the same persuasion walking over to the tower all morning – I think they figured out a cool shady semi-private place to hang out at all day).
We’ve walked maybe a half a mile and it’s not even noon and we’re already soaked with sweat when we make it back to the Plantation Inn. The Inn isn’t open for lunch (although the AC is nice), but the helpful counter lady tells us there’s RV parking closer in. We walk up to Memorial Hall. Immediately two things strike me as really odd: there’s at least 1000 people hanging around looking for food (and more pouring in all the time), it’s 11:30 and *none* of the dozen or so restaurants are open yet – and there’s bus & RV parking open
right in front of the main Hall.
I hand the kids my credit card (to get lunch at noon when the restaurants open) and Shelley and I hightail it back to the RV: across 1/2mile of hot trails & roads, ride the water taxi (we miss the one in front of us by literally seconds even with me sprinting across the landing area), and finally the 1/4 mile hike from the taxi dock to the RV. We pull the hookups as fast as we can and roll out & down the road. Nessie does NOT sprint, she *proceeds*, but we made her proceed as fast as possible. We took the short way around the lake, only to discover the road was closed: the attendant at the barricades explains “the road fell in a hole”. Nothing to be had for it; Shelley makes a 3-pt turn on a narrow park road and we go the long way around. Finally, a full hour later, we make it back to the bus/RV parking in front of Memorial Hall – and Lo! it’s open. We take the most premier parking spot in all of Stone Mountain, at noon-thirty on the 4th of July. (A short time later one other RV takes the next spot, then the road is closed behind us).
The amazing thing about the Stone Mountain concessions was the astronomical price for food; hotdogs: $7-$10, drinks also $7 or so. (And they denied a hot and hungry hoard for at least an hour???). But finally we all sat down and finished our food and plotted our next move. Shelley, Eric & I all want a big hike. Last Christmas Shelley & I hiked the Grand Canyon down to Phantom Ranch and back out in two days, and Eric has hiked both the Pacific Crest Trail and the Appalachian Trail end-to-end. We head out for the top of Stone Mountain on a hot & muggy day. There’s lots of other folks with the same idea, but it really is a long hot hike. Most of my kids bail out after a mile or so, voting to go hang out in the AC (which is really a good plan); Eric and his two young charges make it to the path-up cutoff but it’s a killer hike in the heat so they turn around also.
It ends up as Shelley, Laura (age 15) and I heading on, and we decide to head for the bird sanctuary. It’s another couple of miles and we gave most of the water to Eric & the girls. The three of us head down the far side of the mountain to a kids playground and finally drag ourselves into the park and help ourselves to the water fountain. We drink a quart each, and fill a couple more quart bottles we’re carrying. We hike the 1/2mile more to the bird sanctuary – mostly carrying on now because of what Shelley would call “Mission” – her ex-Marine training to “complete the Mission” no matter the cost. i.e., we’re all too collectively silly to claim the end goal is ridiculous, so we hike it anyways. It’s a decent enough little woodsy trail, with plenty of songbirds – but far to beastly hot to really enjoy. By the time we make it back to the kids’ park we’ve drunken all our water (another 1/2gal between the 3 of us), so we reload (and re-drink our fill) and back up the mountain to cross it in reverse. We make it back in good time, although it was really pushing our the limits to
hike so far on such a hot day.
There is much lounging around and napping in the RV’s AC to wait out the heat of the day. Matthew (age 12) introduces the two little girls to the joys of Minecraft. Eric & Laura nap. Everybody else surfs the (very very slow) park Internet, eating popcorn & chips. Finally as the heat starts to fade and twilight sets in we get enough gumption to make & eat hotdogs. Then we pack it up and prepare to leave the relative safety and peace of the RV for the slowly building hoard.
The lawn below Memorial Hall faces the giant sculpture carved into the face of Stone Mountain. The only open spaces are at the very front, so that’s where we head. I estimate 100,000 people eventually filled that lawn; in any case it was a colossal crowd. It was also actually quite a peaceful crowd; no rowdies (no alcohol allowed), zillions of little kids running pell-mell, picnic blankets, soap bubble makers and glowing flashing LED lights. It’s cooler now, so we settle down on our blankets and chairs, listen to the music and wait for the show. At various times I let Josh or Karen & Luke wander off for snacks (a little nerve-wracking that; they are out of sight in the crowd within seconds and gone for 30mins or more, but everybody returns fine).
The fireworks show starts promptly at 9:30 and is possibly the best I’ve ever seen. There’s a laser & light show on the mountain, there’s a Civil War tribute, (there’s ads for all of Georgia’s major sports teams), there’s music and of course fireworks. The actual fireworks where downright amazing; you get a double-echo from the Bang! works, one directly and one bounced off the mountain. They used plenty of the big fireworks and absolutely tons of rising sparks kind; the entire mountain was a sheet of fire for minutes at a time. The finale left us breathless.
Unwinding back to the camp was a slow but uneventful crawl; I’ve sure we beat the campers on foot (who had to wait for the river-taxis and the report was to expect a 2.5 hr wait). Eric took his to charges home and we collapsed tired but triumphant for a full nights sleep.