On the way home from Augusta we saw one of those brown signs that denote a State Park.  CC whipped the car around, shouting gleefully, "I'm cured - I'm doing something impulsively!"  Except I don't think that is the definition of being cured of PTSD. I think having no impulse control might be a symptom.  But I'd be danged if I was going to argue because it is difficult to get CC to stray away from routines at times and I am a spontaneous kind of person.

 The first thing we saw on the road was a big beautiful solid black fox squirrel. He was running hard, trying to get out from under our wheels.  I screamed at CC to slow down. "I'm going the speed limit," he says.  "No, you are going too fast if you are endangering fox squirrels".

The first gate we get to at Hamburg State Park is locked.  We are disappointed, but finally decide to drive a bit further down the road. There, big as life, is the main entrance and it is open. We put our parks tag on the mirror and head on in.

The  most hilarious  thing we see presents itself right away. It was the handicapped bathrooms. See photo above.  It is sitting out in the middle of a lawn with no obvious vehicle access.  How crazy is that?

The park has a workable mill, a lake, paddle boats to rent,  and fishing.

We looked around, took a couple of pictures and headed out.

We decided to go over the bridge,

where we saw the lake's dam - and the camping area!

The camping area is what made us want to come back.  This is a beautiful park, a quiet place and looks to be a great place to camp. Plus fox squirrells may be nearby.

(And alligators!)

See, look at the Handicapped camping place!