I’ve decided to stay in the campsite today. I made a new friend in Ron, the 70 year old man who lives on the grounds and helps run the place. We’re both from Orlando and talked a bit while I proceeded to cook my noodles on my camp stove. I’ve been running low on food, so he offered to drive me into town to the Food Lion, where I stocked up for the next few days. On the way back he talked to me about living in New York 50 years ago, and how as a young man with a full head of hair, I could “get into trouble” up there.
When pulling back into the campsite, we saw a camper pulling up right next to where his is permanently stationed. He let out a low moan and said, “I hate when they give me neighbors. Last time they gave me one, ‘round two in the mornin’ I hear this young couple screwing; it didn’t last to long, so before he could tell her to hush up, it was over!” He laughed jovially and made me smile.
Ron’s retired and has lived on the site for about five years. He moved here to Fredericksburg to help his sister fix up her house, and decided to stay in the area. He says he doesn’t have a lot of friends here still, but he puts his heart into this place, and the small interactions he has with the campers that come in and out fills that place inside him. I can already tell I’ve found a friend in him, and will miss him deeply when I leave.
I really love this place. I’ll leave you with a picture of my one stool cabin.