After my meltdown at the old mental institution (hmmm…coincidence?), we continued our journey southward. We didn’t have to travel far, though. Our next destination was only a few hours away. It was a campground that we had wanted to stay at since we first got on the road. But, every time we made plans to stay there, it didn’t work out. Not this time. Nope. This time, we were on our way!
Imagine a campground surrounded by an apple orchard.
Where your fellow campers greet you with waves as you drive in.
Where you can get a full-hookup site with mountain views for $25/night. (And, where they have specials so if you pay for 3 nights, you get the 4th night free!)
Where homemade rhubarb and strawberry cobbler is served warm (with ice cream, of course) at the club house. And, to wash that tasty dessert down is homemade, just pressed, apple cider.
Where the women offer to hold your baby so that you can sit and enjoy said cobbler and ice cream.
Where the clubhouse has fabulous rocking chairs and a well-stocked library.
Where, upon asking if a late checkout was possible, the campground hosts shrug their shoulders and say, “take all the time you need.”
Where every night you are treated to amazing sunset views.
And, where all of your friendly neighbors understand the Airstream life — because they are all Airstream owners, too. (And, for one night, our neighbors were Postmodern Hippies. We love meeting other bloggers!)
Is this heaven, you ask? No, silly! It’s Highland Haven Airstream Park near Floyd, Virginia. And, for one week, it gave me the peace that I needed at that moment in my life.
Emerson and I spent many hours in the clubhouse that week. We sat in the rocking chair – I’d read a book while she napped on my chest. We spent some time in our former hometown, Blacksburg, Virginia, catching up with friends and eating at our favorite restaurants. And, of course, we took our first family picture at Virginia Tech. Go Hokies! It was a very nice week, full of great memories. And, more importantly, no tears.