A few years ago, when Emery was just 1 year old, we tented at the campground at Lake Guntersville, AL. This was around the time we got really into camping, and we thoroughly enjoyed our weekend there among the tall trees, viewing the curious deer and watching the sun set across the peaceful lake.
The following spring, in 2011, a series of tornadoes devastated Alabama, Georgia, and Tennessee, and this park in particular received a lot of damage. The state park had to close for a considerable amount of time for repairs; I read that they lost around 1500 trees. We hadn’t returned since the tornadoes took their toll, so we wanted to go back to the campground with the Veltkamper. The tall trees we recalled so fondly were gone. Many trees were still standing, but dead. The campground was certainly less populated than it had been 4 years ago, and I couldn’t help but feel a little sad.
We did end up having a good time, though. The weather was amazingly fall-ish and the kids sure enjoyed being on the big lake.
Scott had a minor injury when he jumped off the truck bed wearing flip flops and twisted his ankle. Luckily it healed pretty quickly, but it did put a damper on the activities. I felt so bad for him I ran into town to the local thrift store to grab some crutches.
There was a Halloween/fall festival going on that weekend, so the kids got to dress up and go trick-or-treating, as well as enjoy hay rides and face painting. Emery wanted to be an “Irish princess” and Finn of course wanted to be Spider Man.
But by far the most memorable part of our stay at Lake Guntersville was the deer encounters.
The deer families flock to the campground at night. I know we weren’t technically supposed to feed them, but we wanted the kids to see these guys up close and personal, so we let them give them apples. These beautiful, docile creatures definitely made an impression on the kids. No, we didn’t let them get near the baby deer.
After Guntersville, we headed south to Conecuh National Forest in southern Alabama.