I in the F.D. Roosevelt State Park in Warm Springs Georgia. The interesting thing that I have found so far in Georgia state parks is that when you show up, you check in and then you go and find a site that is to your liking. Even if you make reservations, you cannot reserve a specific site. This particular campground has some sites around a lake and others up on a hill. It was rather nerve racking to drive through the campground – the roads are only as wide as my wheels and then they seem to have positioned trees right next to the the curvy road. It was a challenge. I think I choose a handicapped site – but I've been here two nights now and nobody has kicked me out. I'm also very please that I am an old person – I love to get those senior discounts.
Beyond the campsite that has two extremely high pitched yappy dogs and the guy across the way that smokes an evening cigar, this is a lovely campground. There are a few hiking trails that start right next to the campground so Miko and I have something to fill the long lonely hours. (Not!!) I have water and electricity so I did spend some time rinsing off the Minnesota salt from my car.
|Weird tree on the trail|
You start off your visit with a short movie and then wander through a museum that is very high level - not a lot of detail. There is a wall that covers FDR's childhood, the Depression, WWII and Eleanor. They have his car that he used to drive. It was modified with hand controls because he could not use his legs to drive. There was also a breakfast tray that he used to eat breakfast off of. Lovely presentation but I was shocked to see that nobody had bothered to polish the silver. I am my mother's daughter I guess.
|Just look at that tarnished silver.....egads!|
When you are done with the museum, you go outside and head for the Little White House. Along the way, there is a pathway where each of the fifty states have sent an example of their native rock. Lots of various types of granite and limestone. Minnesota was rather boring – plain red Pipestone. At least it wasn't granite or limestone. There were a couple of standouts.
|The Path of Stones|
The Little White House is where FDR died. The docent explained to me about the times and how everything happened. What was interesting to me about the place was that it reminded me a lot of my great grandfather and grandmother and all the furniture and accessories in their homes that were very similar to what was in this house. It was a very down home type of place.
|It actually is a little white house|
Of course the tour dumps you into the gift shop where the docent there asked if I had any questions. I only had one – now that I am back down south – where can I find me some pimento cheese? We ended up spending time discussing the various regional virtues of pimento cheese and lutefisk. (not)
I ended up on a quest – actually I ended up a little bit lost in the back woods of Georgia, but I found a Piggly Wiggly and now have my pimento cheese. All is right in the world.
|Found this cemetery on my backwoods journey - tons and tons of fake flowers on the hill|
I had to go back to Warm Springs because I really wanted to see Historical Pools Museum where FDR and all the polio patients swam. The water is 88 degrees, hence the name Warm Springs, not Hot Springs. The pools have been closed since the 1940s but they do have one fountain where you can put your hand in to feel the therapeutic waters. I, of course, stuck my arthritic hand in hoping that this is all I need to be healed. Jury is still out. The water felt rather lukecool, not lukewarm.
|That little green area is where the water bubbles out.|
Also went to Dowdell's Knob which was a favorite picnic spot of FDR.
|The grill - they filled it in because of vandals|
I could stay another day but the road and friends call so must be moving on.