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Timewise, today was a wash. We gained an hour with the change-over to standard time. We lost that hour when we crossed over to the Eastern time zone on our way to the Smoky Mountains.
The 195 mile trip took us a whopping 4 3/4 hours. We lost 45 minutes on a detour that we were compelled to take. As we neared our new campground, Elkmont National Campground, the road got narrower and twistier as it clawed its way into the mountains. Suddenly, just 8 miles from our target, we discover a sign that said, “no trucks, RV, campers, or trailers allowed. Do not follow your GPS.”
Huh? The sign looked legit. The sign looked ominous. And, as the sign foresaw, we were blindly following Google Maps. The road was too narrow to turn around, especially with a camper in tow. Yikes!
Fortunately, a long driveway to the left seemed to offer a possible escape route. We took it. The driveway snuck around a blind curve, and to our relief, led to a small parking lot at some kind of church retreat resort. A couple of guys were conversing and I asked them for help with directions.
Yes, the road is impassable with anything but a sub-compact car. There is one extremely tight narrow 180º turn that is notorious for giving heartburn to drivers of even the smallest of vehicles.
They showed me on my Tennessee Gazateer, which they marveled over, a backway of reaching Elkmont Campground. It required a backtrack, and looping around to the West.
I had noticed that the mountain roads were clogged with traffic. When I mentioned to the two guys that we chose November to visit the Smokys because it was supposed to be less crowded, they roared with laughter. “You have to wait until January for the crowds to thin,” was their reply.
The campground is beautiful. Our reservation was all in order. The campground was nearly empty. Many of the sites had rough and unlevel driveways. Not our site, A26. It was perfectly flat with a smooth level cement drive. It afforded us lots of elbow room. However, there was a rather obvious blue and white “Handicap” sign mounted on the camp post. Again, Yikes!
I walked back to the registration booth and explained to the lady that when I booked the site I had no idea that it was a handicapped site. She just chuckled and, thankfully, said it was fine. Whew.
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