Instead of giving Clarksburg a second look, we decided to head for Grafton, W.Virginia which is the turnoff point to Tygart Lake State Park. At only 20 miles, it saves the longer drive into the Appalachian Mountains where stops are few and shoulders narrow. I enjoyed seeing old barns and shooting them from the window,
They are kind of an endangered species.
Road signs warned that the road was rough. And they were worse than this in many places.
No mention of an extremely narrow one-way to get to the park entrance. One car wasn’t quite close enough to the curb and it was almost a choice between, should we hit the car or ruin our mirror on the telephone pole? A three-inch clearance is scary, but we scooted by.
The road into Tygart Lake was rough as well.
And the distance was supposedly 3 miles off the highway. Well, if you count the first sign of human activity it might have been 3 miles. Navigating hilly, hair-pin turns, with a few peek-a-boo peeps of the lake and marina through the trees; at least two miles of cabins, then, finally, we find the camp ground. Three miles? Nope!
The “good” spots, and few of them, were taken. Not exactly level as you can see this guy has four boards under one wheel and he tried for five under the other.
This is hill country, nothing is level here.
This sign is sort of mystifying since all the garbage cans are open without covers? Raccoons can easily pull over a plastic can and check out our garbage. So far, we’ve seen a wild turkey, deer, ducks and a chipmunk.
It took an hour to get set-up for the night because the terrain is uneven, narrow, and difficult to maneuver with recent rains adding deep muddy ruts. But, it is, in the end, wilderness, and beautiful and peaceful.
These older campgrounds were never built for such as we. We have no right to complain. Adversity is what makes you remember, and we won’t ever forget our trip to Tygart Lake. Kind of makes me remember how critical we, of Murphys, are of flatlanders moving to the mountains for the clean air, and rural atmosphere, who then complain about lack of shopping and narrow, unmaintained roads. Same thing. We do have to keep things in perspective and remember you give up certain creature comforts when you are on the road. For me? Gladly. It is a great lifestyle.