The Night Of

After we talked to the campground host and settled into our spot and before we could even start our fire the neighbors were already helping us out. Talk about southern hospitality, our neighbors stopped over right away bringing with them paper to get our fire started and offerings of firewood and dinner. Being that we already had dinner plans we declined that offer but ended up chatting with a bunch of different people who all lived in the campground semi-permanently and had formed a pretty tight-knit community in a gorgeous spot on the river. As our immediate neighbor commented "It sure does suck to be me" in her southern drawl doing nothing to hide the sarcasm dripping off of every word she spoke as she stared out over the river running through the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains.

After we finished our food we opened our bottle of Port and chatted in the firelight with more of the PRC residents before retiring to bed. Around about four or so in the morning some hootin' and hollerin' awoke me as our neighbors were having an all out rager at their site and at one point someone yelled at the top of their lungs "GITTER DONE, OOOOWWWWEEEEEE." Yep we are officially in the South.