Through Chloe's Blue Eyes: Relocating

March 22-23, 2026

Reed Bingham State Park site 8

Adel, Georgia

Our GTC Spring Caravans have always been very flexible with a drop-in, drop-out policy as sometimes life can be complicated. Saturday night we had a delicious pot luck meal for our last night at Noccalula Falls Campground. If I were being perfectly honest, I should have said the two-legged had a pot luck dinner. I was NOT invited. I have a reputation of helping myself that is not appreciated at all by Momma and Dad. But from all the lips smacking and ooohs and aahs, everyone enjoyed the meal that once again had lots of variety.

Sunday morning was travel day with some heading for destinations by themselves while others continued on to the next caravan destination - Chattanooga.

There they go.....on the road again....

We, sadly, bid everyone farewell as we are heading home to get Momma to a wound specialist. She had radiation in December to get rid of skin cancer just above her ankle. Unfortunately, even with a variety of pills and ointments, the last being a small tube with a cost of $311, nothing has worked over the last three months to heal the painful wound. The doctor said it is time for a new intervention...a wound specialist. So our route has taken a southern turn.

In the meantime, the caravan gang has met up at Holiday Travel Park, kicking off the first night with another shared meal as they greeted some drop-in friends.

Steve and Tina

Kathy on the right joined the group with her husband Greg
(not pictured)

Being a very social group, happy hour was enjoyed as they gathered near site 121. Then they moved into the clubhouse for another shared dinner

followed shared stories and games.

I even received a special "We miss you" photo from my ball playing buddies.

Meanwhile, our day of travel turned into a challenging, stressful trip. About 40 miles from our destination for the night, traffic slowed to a painful crawl with a top speed of 10 mph. Unfortunately, that crawl lasted for a good 30 minutes. We finally found ourselves rolling along at normal speed when the next 'shoe dropped'. With 6 miles to go, the Ram began loosing power and the check engine light lit up on the dash. 'Now what?' We continued on after saying a prayer that fortunately was answered, allowing us to pull off I-75 and head to High Falls State Park. There are two campground areas but registration is located in a third area. Momma had been told, 'If you go over the bridge, you've gone too far.' As they neared the bridge, Momma spotted signage to turn left and she said, "Turn left. There's the bridge that we aren't to go over." Dad didn't quite hear all that Momma said and proceeded across the bridge. Ooops! As it turned out, there was a church with a large, empty parking lot that was perfect for getting us turned around. As we turned ...right..now that we were heading in the opposite direction after crossing back over the bridge, we came upon a building labeled 'Trade Post'. Hmmm?? is that where registration takes place or do we continue further? y Luckily, Momma went inside to check it out and even though there was no signage identifying that this was the registration site, she was able to get registered, receiving a map to our site and gate code info. We headed for the Riverside Campground Area and Dad held his breath as he wasn't certain the Ram had enough power to traverse the hilly road towing the fifth wheel. "Dad, quit holding your breath or you will pass out and we will drop off this narrow, winding, hilly, one lane campground road. Then we will really be in a pickle! I've got it covered. My paws are crossed."

After successfully reaching our pull thru site and getting set up, Momma and Dad decided to grab some fuel. The Ram must have liked being fed as the engine smoothed out so they traveled a couple more miles to take advantage of a recommendation from Louise to enjoy a southern dinner at Buckner's Family Restaurant where food is served family style on a lazy susan in the middle of the round table.

Black eyed peas, ham, fried chicken, creamed corn, green beans, mashed potatoes, stewed tomatoes, macaroni and cheese, corn bread and rolls topped off with peach cobbler made for some tasty eating. So it seems Momma and Dad were happy and full and the Ram was happy with it's full tank, purring nicely, although the check engine light was still displayed on the dash. I was disappointed when they returned and forgot to give me my dinner time dog treat....but they got the hint when I gave them a reminder to hand over my dental bone treat.

Today we traveled further south to Reed Bingham State Park

which had nice signage for their registration building. Dad's mind was busy as we traveled, puzzling the Ram's 'issue' that appears to have resolved itself as the check engine light is no longer lit. But there was definitely an issue. The Ram acted starved for fuel so.....a lift pump issue? or an injector going bad? or ??? The Ram will be getting a check up and the codes read to see if there is a chance of determining what exactly took place.

Meanwhile in Chattanooga, some decided to enjoy the views from the Incline Railway.