Our campground at Stone Mountain was 15 miles outside of Atlanta so we took the opportunity to cross off one more on our quest to visit all the presidential libraries. (although we will have a hard time paying any money to go to the Clinton library, but we will cross that bridge when we ever get to Arkansas).
On Friday we drove two miles outside of downtown Atlanta, past some very older, elegant homes, to the Carter Center. The Jimmy Carter Presidential Museum and Library is part of the Center's campus. The Carter Center is a not-for-profit organization founded in 1982 by Jimmy Carter, in partnership with Emory University, that seeks to prevent and resolve conflicts, enhance freedom and democracy, and improve health. Former president Carter envisioned it as a Camp David for countries to work toward peace.
The Jimmy Carter Museum and Library is separate from the Center in that it is part of the Presidential Libraries System administered by the National Archives and Records Administration. We both came away with the feeling that while it was nice, it was not as large as other presidential libraries we have been to, hence there were not as many exhibits and information to view.
We had visited his hometown of Plains several years ago so much of his boyhood and growing up years was review for us. We did learn that Jimmy's father was a strict segregationist while his mother believed all people were equal. He followed his mother's views.
Carter was accepted to the Naval Academy in 1943. A long career as a naval officer seemed to be his life path. Shortly after graduating from the academy in 1946 he married Rosalynn Smith, a friend of his sister's, who also was from Plains. He was personally chosen by Admiral Hyman Rickover, the "father of the nuclear Navy" for duty.
But his father's death in 1953 set Carter on a new path. He returned to Plains to take over the family peanut farm. (after living in Hawaii, California and New York, Rosalynn was less than enthusiastic about settling back in Plains).
His first political office held was Sumter County School Board, where he began to speak in favor of integration. In 1962 he ran for the Georgia state senate, an election he won after proving voting fraud when he was initially declared the loser. His first run at the governorship of Georgia in 1966 ended in defeat. His run in 1970 was successful and he became the 76th governor of Georgia. He declared in his inaugural address that "the time of racial segregation was over. No poor, rural, weal, or black person should ever again have to bear the additional burden of being deprived of the opportunity for an education, a job or simple justice." This was not the prevailing culture in Georgia at the time. And it was from this position that he launched his presidential campaign in 1975.
It was interesting to be reminded of his "come out of nowhere" victory in the 1976 election to become the 39th president of the United States. "I remember that first reception we had in Des Moines. Four people came." His campaign was called The Peanut Brigade. He was Jimmy, not James, and he appealed to the common man. His smile was a caricature's delight. He also benefited from the country's disgust with the Watergate scandal, and Gerald Ford's pardoning of Nixon when he took office.
The energy crisis of the late 70's was a main focus of Carter's presidency. The library had a quote on the energy situation from The Ludington Daily News! We are not sure if this is OUR Ludington but we smiled when we saw it.
Interesting areas in the museum were A Day in the Life of the President. a section on major social issues during the 4 years of his presidency and the exhibits on the energy crisis, Camp David and the hostage crisis.
Carter's presidency will probably be remembered for those last 2 things: the Camp David Accords which brought a peace treaty between Israel and Egypt and the Americans taken hostage in Iran. Carter worked tirelessly to secure the release of the 66 hostages, which occurred the day he left office.
Mike says he should also be given some credit for the economic recovery under Reagan as many of the policies were put into place by Carter's administration
It can be argued that Jimmy and Rosalynn have done more in their post-presidential years than when they occupied the White House. Rosalynn continues her advocacy for mental health awareness and treatment. They have embraced the work of Habitat for Humanity and spend a week every year helping to build a Habitat house. The couple from Plains travels the world on behalf of the work of the Carter Center: global health, monitoring elections, and supporting human rights. Carter was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize in 2002. It has been said that Jimmy and Rosalynn have done more good for more people around the world than any other couple. And he still teaches Sunday School at his church in Plains 40 weeks a year. Quite a legacy.
Since it was only 2 miles away, we went to the Martin Luther King, Jr. National Historic Site after leaving the Carter Library. (we are retired so we like free, which this was.) The building is near King's boyhood home and across the street from the Ebenezer Baptist Church, where he grew up under the preaching of his grandfather and father. The visitor center had videos and exhibits which chronicled King's life and his rightful place in the Civil Rights Movement. It is hard, having never experienced segregation, or living in the south, to comprehend the violence and treatment of blacks over the years. The videos and still pictures were stark examples. King's non-violent approach (based on Gandhi's life) of using boycotts and marches were highlighted. The entire site went far deeper than the "I Have A Dream" speech on the Lincoln Memorial that we all associate with MLK.
In fact, I was struck by one of his challenges - "what are you doing to help others?" A good question for us all.
After leaving here, I suggested we visit author Margaret Mitchell's house, a must-see for anyone who loves Gone With the Wind. Obviously, the person driving the car (Mike) is not a GWTW buff because we didn't make it there. Fiddle-dee-dee.
Every presidential library has a replica of the Oval office as it was in their term
Margaret Truman gave Carter the "The buck stops here" sign that sat on her father's desk
A snapshot look at social issues and happenings each year of Carter's presidency
The happenings of 1977 depicted with banners
The 13 days at Camp David produced a peace agreement
From left: Anwar Sadat, Jimmy Carter, Menachem Begin
A listing of accomplishments of Carter's administration
The walkway leading to the entrance had the footprints of those in the International Civil Rights Hall of Fame
A statue of the hero of the book "Roots" - Kunta Kinte raising his daughter to the sky while telling her - "Behold . . . the only thing greater than yourself."
The original Ebenezer Baptist Church. A new building was erected across the street that is used for worship today.
Gravesite of King and his wife, Loretta
Tuesday, April 12, 2016
Monday, April 11, 2016
Stone Mountain
When I booked the Army Corps of Engineers campground outside of Augusta, we had no idea if we would get any type of TV reception. We knew it would be a wooded site and the satellite dish on top of our "home" does not like trees. But our main criteria was proximity to Augusta, not watching TV.
Once the tournament started on Thursday, our focus shifted to needing to be in a spot where coverage was guaranteed so we could plant ourselves in front of the set every afternoon to watch the telecasts of the Masters.
So several months ago I began a search for a campground to move to after our Tuesday bucket list day that was either a) not wooded or b) had cable hookups. From our visit to Mt. Rushmore in 2013, I remembered that we learned that Gutzon Borglum, the sculptor of the president's faces had also done a Confederate carving at Stone Mountain, Georgia. Enjoying all things related to the Civil War, we had talked the last few years of stopping to see the carving on our way to or from Florida. This turned out to be the perfect opportunity to do so because Stone Mountain has a campground! I checked online, and confirmed by telephone when making our reservation that the campground did, indeed, have cable hookups at every RV site.
As a side note - we were completely surprised when we arrived at the Corps campground and there was a slight gap between two trees that allowed our satellite to lock in and when we cranked up the antenna, we got local channels! You have to be thankful for the little things . . .
The two of us (we said good-bye to Matt and Josh on Wednesday) left Petersburg campground on Thursday morning, planning our departure time to allow us the 2 hour drive east to Stone Mountain, get checked-in and set up before the 3:00 start time for televised coverage.
Little did we know that we were not just going to a campground, but to a destination park for families in the middle of spring break week! We trading scampering squirrels for kids riding bikes and chirping birds for little ones squealing with laughter. Stone Mountain Park is so much more than just the carving on the mountain. Yes, there is the commercial aspect - a sky ride, scenic railroad high ropes course, mini-golf, duck boat tours - basically an amusement park without roller coasters. (where were the grandkids when we needed them?) But the land surrounding the granite was also home to walking, jogging, hiking and biking trails, along with scenic and plentiful picnic areas, all of which were getting lots of use. I went to the night laser show that was quite entertaining (free) via a shuttle (free) that ran between the attraction area and our campground. They shine the lights right on the carving area. Of course the light show was accompanied by music. One of my favorite parts was a soulful, moving rendition by Elvis of a medley consisting of Dixie, All My Trials, and The Battle Hymn of the Republic, while Civil War pictures flashed on the mountain. (Is there anyone who can sing "Glory, glory hallelujah, His truth is marching on" like Elvis?)
Mike just looked at me and said, "How can you have so much to say about a rock?" And I haven't even started describing the relief carving itself! So here goes:
Through the always informative video in the visitor's center, I learned that Stone Mountain was created by a volcano over 300 million years ago. It was entirely underground, but rain and erosion gradually revealed the rock at the rate of an inch every 1,000 years. (Honestly, how do they figure these things out?) It is 1,686 ft. high and dome shaped. Granite from the quarry operation at the mountain can be found in the Lincoln Memorial, the Panama Canal and Fort Knox. In 1915, the United Daughters of the Confederacy hired Gutzon Borglum to carve a memorial on the face of Stone Mountain. World War I delayed the work and carving didn't begin until 1923. Borglum's original design called for over 10 figures and their horses, with Robert E. Lee, Jefferson Davis and Stonewall Jackson as the central figures. Lee's head was unveiled to the public in 1924, but a a month later Borglum was fired. (he moved on to Mt. Rushmore) Sculptor Augustus Lukeman took over the project and shrunk the design to only have the 3 central figures. Lee's head was blasted off and carving started over. Work was stopped in 1928 over a dispute and didn't begin again until the mountain was purchased by the state of Georgia in 1958. Walter Hancock was announced as the new sculptor in 1963. He followed Lukeman's design, adding his touch of having the legs of the horses fade into the mountain. The finished product is the largest relief carving in the world, made possible through the hard work of the stone quarry tradesmen. The entire carved surface is almost the size of two football fields, with the figures measuring 90 ft. tall and 190 ft. wide.
The only cost to view the carving or enjoy the natural areas of the park is a $15 per vehicle park admission fee or $40 annual pass.
Murphy's Law appeared with our campground stay. Our site did indeed have cable, but ESPN wasn't part of their line-up and that was the network that covered the first 2 days of the Masters!
Seating for the laser/light show is on the lawn
From left: Confederate President Jefferson Davis, General Robert E. Lee and General Thomas "Stonewall" Jackson. As is usually the case, this picture doesn't convey the artistry of the carving. The figures are, at some points, 42 ft. deep into the face of the mountain. Remember to click on the picture to enlarge it.
A photo in the visitor's center
We played golf on Sunday morning. Most of the holes had a view of the mountain. You can see the carving in the lower center of the mountain.
I saw these shrubs cut back all over Georgia. Most did not have any buds yet and looked like dead stumps. Finally asked a clerk what they were. Crepe Myrtle.
They are severely pruned in the fall and will flower in the summer.
Once the tournament started on Thursday, our focus shifted to needing to be in a spot where coverage was guaranteed so we could plant ourselves in front of the set every afternoon to watch the telecasts of the Masters.
So several months ago I began a search for a campground to move to after our Tuesday bucket list day that was either a) not wooded or b) had cable hookups. From our visit to Mt. Rushmore in 2013, I remembered that we learned that Gutzon Borglum, the sculptor of the president's faces had also done a Confederate carving at Stone Mountain, Georgia. Enjoying all things related to the Civil War, we had talked the last few years of stopping to see the carving on our way to or from Florida. This turned out to be the perfect opportunity to do so because Stone Mountain has a campground! I checked online, and confirmed by telephone when making our reservation that the campground did, indeed, have cable hookups at every RV site.
As a side note - we were completely surprised when we arrived at the Corps campground and there was a slight gap between two trees that allowed our satellite to lock in and when we cranked up the antenna, we got local channels! You have to be thankful for the little things . . .
The two of us (we said good-bye to Matt and Josh on Wednesday) left Petersburg campground on Thursday morning, planning our departure time to allow us the 2 hour drive east to Stone Mountain, get checked-in and set up before the 3:00 start time for televised coverage.
Little did we know that we were not just going to a campground, but to a destination park for families in the middle of spring break week! We trading scampering squirrels for kids riding bikes and chirping birds for little ones squealing with laughter. Stone Mountain Park is so much more than just the carving on the mountain. Yes, there is the commercial aspect - a sky ride, scenic railroad high ropes course, mini-golf, duck boat tours - basically an amusement park without roller coasters. (where were the grandkids when we needed them?) But the land surrounding the granite was also home to walking, jogging, hiking and biking trails, along with scenic and plentiful picnic areas, all of which were getting lots of use. I went to the night laser show that was quite entertaining (free) via a shuttle (free) that ran between the attraction area and our campground. They shine the lights right on the carving area. Of course the light show was accompanied by music. One of my favorite parts was a soulful, moving rendition by Elvis of a medley consisting of Dixie, All My Trials, and The Battle Hymn of the Republic, while Civil War pictures flashed on the mountain. (Is there anyone who can sing "Glory, glory hallelujah, His truth is marching on" like Elvis?)
Mike just looked at me and said, "How can you have so much to say about a rock?" And I haven't even started describing the relief carving itself! So here goes:
Through the always informative video in the visitor's center, I learned that Stone Mountain was created by a volcano over 300 million years ago. It was entirely underground, but rain and erosion gradually revealed the rock at the rate of an inch every 1,000 years. (Honestly, how do they figure these things out?) It is 1,686 ft. high and dome shaped. Granite from the quarry operation at the mountain can be found in the Lincoln Memorial, the Panama Canal and Fort Knox. In 1915, the United Daughters of the Confederacy hired Gutzon Borglum to carve a memorial on the face of Stone Mountain. World War I delayed the work and carving didn't begin until 1923. Borglum's original design called for over 10 figures and their horses, with Robert E. Lee, Jefferson Davis and Stonewall Jackson as the central figures. Lee's head was unveiled to the public in 1924, but a a month later Borglum was fired. (he moved on to Mt. Rushmore) Sculptor Augustus Lukeman took over the project and shrunk the design to only have the 3 central figures. Lee's head was blasted off and carving started over. Work was stopped in 1928 over a dispute and didn't begin again until the mountain was purchased by the state of Georgia in 1958. Walter Hancock was announced as the new sculptor in 1963. He followed Lukeman's design, adding his touch of having the legs of the horses fade into the mountain. The finished product is the largest relief carving in the world, made possible through the hard work of the stone quarry tradesmen. The entire carved surface is almost the size of two football fields, with the figures measuring 90 ft. tall and 190 ft. wide.
The only cost to view the carving or enjoy the natural areas of the park is a $15 per vehicle park admission fee or $40 annual pass.
Murphy's Law appeared with our campground stay. Our site did indeed have cable, but ESPN wasn't part of their line-up and that was the network that covered the first 2 days of the Masters!
Seating for the laser/light show is on the lawn
From left: Confederate President Jefferson Davis, General Robert E. Lee and General Thomas "Stonewall" Jackson. As is usually the case, this picture doesn't convey the artistry of the carving. The figures are, at some points, 42 ft. deep into the face of the mountain. Remember to click on the picture to enlarge it.
A photo in the visitor's center
We played golf on Sunday morning. Most of the holes had a view of the mountain. You can see the carving in the lower center of the mountain.
I saw these shrubs cut back all over Georgia. Most did not have any buds yet and looked like dead stumps. Finally asked a clerk what they were. Crepe Myrtle.
They are severely pruned in the fall and will flower in the summer.
Saturday, April 9, 2016
The Masters
The Masters Golf Tournament. It is difficult to begin this post as so many emotions are wrapped up in the experience of walking the grounds of The Augusta National Golf Club. In November of 2004, through the kindness of a business acquaintance, Mike was able to play Augusta National with his brother Steve. It would be Steve's last round of golf he ever played. For the past 12 years, our family has watched The Masters on TV, with Mike narrating every hole - where he hit his ball and where Steve hit his.
When we learned that we would be able, through the lottery system, to purchase practice round tickets for this year, Mike was so excited for the opportunity to return to Augusta to walk the course again, this time with me, and Matt and Josh. He was able to see so much more when he played there than we would have access to - the inside of the clubhouse, the locker room, he ate in the dining room and slept in the Cliff Roberts cabin- but he was happy that we would see the golf course. And that was our main goal - to see the course. We would have went on a day when no golfers were playing.
The gates opened at 8 am on Tuesday and we scanned our tickets about 8:15. We entered through the main spectator gate near the clubhouse. We did not drive up Magnolia Lane. The general public is not allowed to do so. TV commentators will say that, when asked, most people's impression of the course is how green everything is. Add me to that list. At one point I bent down to touch the grass to make sure it was real. It is so green and so perfect that it looks artificial.
Mike was our guide, pointing out nuances in fairways and greens that aren't apparent on TV. You really can't appreciate the slope of some of the greens until you see them in person. He recounted advice his caddie had given him on different holes - always spot on. We saw familiar views - the promotional shots that CBS uses like Amen Corner, the Hogan Bridge, Rae's Creek and of course, the beautiful flowering shrubs. We also saw the holes that don't get as much air time on TV. We were surprised at how wide open some of the fairways are. And what small targets some of the greens are.
Surprisingly, the course was peaceful, especially early in the morning before the crowds got really big and people were cheering good shots. There are no cell phones allowed on the course, which I liked because I wasn't constantly taking pictures and texting them to others. It adds to the serenity of the surroundings. Cameras are allowed only on practice days. Matt and I both had one. And there is no running!
I mentioned the word "perfect" in describing the grass. Actually, that is the term to describe the entire course and experience - perfect. Sure, we have seen more scenic views - the holes that run along the Pacific at Pebble Beach or Banyan Dunes come to mind. Ballybunion in Ireland. Even Arcadia Bluffs, in our neck of the woods, with Lake Michigan along side. Augusta National is carved out of the Georgia pines, but every single thing about it is perfect. There is not one brown or yellow spot anywhere in any of the grass. Those towering pine trees provide soft pine needle mulch.
While admiring the course, we saw plenty of golfers. Current tour players on the course and retired golfers sitting under umbrellas on the clubhouse lawn, including Arnold Palmer, Fuzzy Zoeller, Ben Crenshaw and Nancy Lopez.
Perfect goes beyond the course itself. It embodies the whole experience. To begin with, the parking is free. FREE. Augusta National bought the land next to the course and it is used for parking. They did not pave the land, you park on the grass. Remember, this is only used one week every year. Each employee we encountered was kind, helpful and genuinely courteous. That includes temporary workers brought in just for the tournament week - security, merchandise shop, concessions and restrooms. No porta johns at The Masters. All the bathrooms are permanent structures. As are the concessions and merchandise shops. At other tournaments, these would be in large tents.
And where else can you get an egg salad or pimento cheese sandwich for $1.50? I did try the cheese sandwich - my "when in Rome" philosophy - and it was ok. The young lady who was working as a cashier for the week said she never knew pimento cheese sandwiches were a Southern thing until she worked at the tournament. She thought everybody ate them. Or how about a Georgia peach ice cream sandwich for $2.00? I had one for breakfast and another as we were leaving the grounds!
(We were given credit for Southern kindness but set the person straight. While standing in line to enter the merchandise shop, Matt, Josh and I let a women join her group that was in front of us. She said that "you Southerners are so nice. I'm from New York and people there wouldn't do that." We said "We are from Michigan so we'll just call it our Midwestern hospitality!")
The consensus for us was the Masters is the best sporting event, period. Not the Super Bowl, not the World Series. There are so many ways they could gouge you for more money, but they don't. The atmosphere is one of grace and beauty.
The spectator guide for the tournament says:
"The chief objective of the Masters is to stage a golf show that is enjoyable to all - our members, patrons, and player guests . . . In preparation for the Masters Tournament, the first consideration is to provide a first-class golf course in as beautiful and nearly perfect condition as effort can make it . . "
They have succeeded.
We stayed until the course closed at 6. Mike had a smile on his face all day. Even when I took a LONG time in the merchandise shop trying to decide on gifts for grandkids. Mike's sister Karen, after seeing some of our pictures, put it best:
"Looks like a wonderful day with gorgeous scenery, iconic views, legendary golfers old and new, and for Mike sweet memories."
The Cliff Roberts cabin that Mike and Steve stayed in. The first tee is right out front.
Hole #4 - a par 3 that Mike was inches away from making his first ever hole in one
Hole #16 - after teeing off, the players on a practice round day, drop a ball in front of the water and try to skip it across and up on to the green to the delight of the crowd
Look at these prices!
Amen Corner - Hogan Bridge on left, 12 green in middle and 13 tee back right
Paul Casey is on the left, standing on 12 tee. This was taken right before we saw him hit a hole in one!
An example of perfect
When we learned that we would be able, through the lottery system, to purchase practice round tickets for this year, Mike was so excited for the opportunity to return to Augusta to walk the course again, this time with me, and Matt and Josh. He was able to see so much more when he played there than we would have access to - the inside of the clubhouse, the locker room, he ate in the dining room and slept in the Cliff Roberts cabin- but he was happy that we would see the golf course. And that was our main goal - to see the course. We would have went on a day when no golfers were playing.
The gates opened at 8 am on Tuesday and we scanned our tickets about 8:15. We entered through the main spectator gate near the clubhouse. We did not drive up Magnolia Lane. The general public is not allowed to do so. TV commentators will say that, when asked, most people's impression of the course is how green everything is. Add me to that list. At one point I bent down to touch the grass to make sure it was real. It is so green and so perfect that it looks artificial.
Mike was our guide, pointing out nuances in fairways and greens that aren't apparent on TV. You really can't appreciate the slope of some of the greens until you see them in person. He recounted advice his caddie had given him on different holes - always spot on. We saw familiar views - the promotional shots that CBS uses like Amen Corner, the Hogan Bridge, Rae's Creek and of course, the beautiful flowering shrubs. We also saw the holes that don't get as much air time on TV. We were surprised at how wide open some of the fairways are. And what small targets some of the greens are.
Surprisingly, the course was peaceful, especially early in the morning before the crowds got really big and people were cheering good shots. There are no cell phones allowed on the course, which I liked because I wasn't constantly taking pictures and texting them to others. It adds to the serenity of the surroundings. Cameras are allowed only on practice days. Matt and I both had one. And there is no running!
I mentioned the word "perfect" in describing the grass. Actually, that is the term to describe the entire course and experience - perfect. Sure, we have seen more scenic views - the holes that run along the Pacific at Pebble Beach or Banyan Dunes come to mind. Ballybunion in Ireland. Even Arcadia Bluffs, in our neck of the woods, with Lake Michigan along side. Augusta National is carved out of the Georgia pines, but every single thing about it is perfect. There is not one brown or yellow spot anywhere in any of the grass. Those towering pine trees provide soft pine needle mulch.
While admiring the course, we saw plenty of golfers. Current tour players on the course and retired golfers sitting under umbrellas on the clubhouse lawn, including Arnold Palmer, Fuzzy Zoeller, Ben Crenshaw and Nancy Lopez.
Perfect goes beyond the course itself. It embodies the whole experience. To begin with, the parking is free. FREE. Augusta National bought the land next to the course and it is used for parking. They did not pave the land, you park on the grass. Remember, this is only used one week every year. Each employee we encountered was kind, helpful and genuinely courteous. That includes temporary workers brought in just for the tournament week - security, merchandise shop, concessions and restrooms. No porta johns at The Masters. All the bathrooms are permanent structures. As are the concessions and merchandise shops. At other tournaments, these would be in large tents.
And where else can you get an egg salad or pimento cheese sandwich for $1.50? I did try the cheese sandwich - my "when in Rome" philosophy - and it was ok. The young lady who was working as a cashier for the week said she never knew pimento cheese sandwiches were a Southern thing until she worked at the tournament. She thought everybody ate them. Or how about a Georgia peach ice cream sandwich for $2.00? I had one for breakfast and another as we were leaving the grounds!
(We were given credit for Southern kindness but set the person straight. While standing in line to enter the merchandise shop, Matt, Josh and I let a women join her group that was in front of us. She said that "you Southerners are so nice. I'm from New York and people there wouldn't do that." We said "We are from Michigan so we'll just call it our Midwestern hospitality!")
The consensus for us was the Masters is the best sporting event, period. Not the Super Bowl, not the World Series. There are so many ways they could gouge you for more money, but they don't. The atmosphere is one of grace and beauty.
The spectator guide for the tournament says:
"The chief objective of the Masters is to stage a golf show that is enjoyable to all - our members, patrons, and player guests . . . In preparation for the Masters Tournament, the first consideration is to provide a first-class golf course in as beautiful and nearly perfect condition as effort can make it . . "
They have succeeded.
We stayed until the course closed at 6. Mike had a smile on his face all day. Even when I took a LONG time in the merchandise shop trying to decide on gifts for grandkids. Mike's sister Karen, after seeing some of our pictures, put it best:
"Looks like a wonderful day with gorgeous scenery, iconic views, legendary golfers old and new, and for Mike sweet memories."
The Cliff Roberts cabin that Mike and Steve stayed in. The first tee is right out front.
Hole #4 - a par 3 that Mike was inches away from making his first ever hole in one
Hole #16 - after teeing off, the players on a practice round day, drop a ball in front of the water and try to skip it across and up on to the green to the delight of the crowd
Look at these prices!
Amen Corner - Hogan Bridge on left, 12 green in middle and 13 tee back right
Paul Casey is on the left, standing on 12 tee. This was taken right before we saw him hit a hole in one!
An example of perfect
Friday, April 8, 2016
The Road to Augusta
When signing in to write this new post, I noticed my last one was October, 2014. We obviously haven't been doing much meandering in the past year and a half. We've taken pretty straight routes between Zephyrhills, Florida in the winter and Ludington in the summer. All that changed when we had a "You've Got Mail" moment. For about 5 years, we have been entering, via email, the lottery drawing for tickets to The Masters golf tournament in Augusta, Georgia. Every year we received an email that politely informed us we were not chosen. But this July, the Augusta National Golf Club emailed that we were randomly chosen to receive 4 tickets to the practice round on Tuesday, April 5, 2016. We immediately made plans to go to Augusta on our way back to Michigan!
We left Zephyrhills on Thursday, March 31, driving 4 hours to Valdosta, GA. With most snowbirds leaving Florida on April 1, the traffic can be very heavy, so we chose to leave the day before, and Valdosta was about halfway to Augusta. We stayed in there 2 nights and drove to Petersburg Campground in Appling, GA., about 25 miles west of Augusta.
The GPS in our RV did a curious thing. After getting off I-75 at Macon, it never took us on another freeway, all the way to Appling. The saying goes that you have to get off the freeways to really see the U.S.A, but using the Eisenhower Interstate System is the easiest way to travel in an RV. Especially when towing a vehicle like we do. After setting up in a campground, we usually see the sights on the back roads in our car. But not this time. We traveled 2 lane roads in the motorhome, where the big windshield gave us a perfect view of rural Georgia, which was surprisingly hilly. At one point, a sign said "Welcome to Hancock County - The Hidden Gem of Georgia". We didn't think it looked any different from the other counties we had gone through since Macon. We drove through Sparta, where we were encouraged by numerous yard signs to re-elect Terrell Primus as sheriff.
One town looked very inviting and I wish we could have stopped and walked around. Milledgeville, GA is home to Georgia College and we drove right through the campus, where a large, family festival was going on. (bouncy houses and large inflatable slides were our first clue). Matt (who made the trip with us) said it was a good thing that there wasn't a parade coming as we would have had to be in it. We were on a 2 lane street, and with angle parking on both sides, there was no possibility for us to get out of the way!
Petersburg Campground is an Army Corps of Engineer campground on J. Strom Thurmond Lake, which borders Georgia and South Carolina. Wooded state and national park campgrounds are not always big rig friendly, but we couldn't have been more pleased with our site. In fact, if it had sewer hook-ups, we would have stayed longer than 5 nights. We had a view of the lake, and with the campsites spaced quite far apart, it was extremely peaceful. We enjoy our RV park in Florida, but the units are close together and, while sitting inside,we often can hear our neighbor's conversation when they are outside. The only sounds we heard here were the chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves as squirrels scampered across the ground.
Josh drove 13 hours from his home in Illinois to join us and he arrived at the campground about 10:30 Saturday night. On Sunday morning the four of us crossed the dam that created the Strom Thurmond Lake, entered South Carolina and drove a couple of hours to Clemson University. We had a noon tee time at the Walker Course on the college campus. We enjoyed our round as we never saw the group behind us and rarely saw the foursome in front of us. Several holes were on the edge of a lake, which gave us some pretty views. After golf we drove around the Clemson campus and had some refreshments at a local pub before heading back to the campground.
On Monday, Mike and the boys wiped down the outside of the motorhome. Not a full wash, just going over the whole thing with wet cloths. We then made a practice run into Augusta to see how long it would take (25 minutes on a 2 lane road), found the post office and a Great Clips for Mike and Josh. We were all excited for Tuesday morning!
The view out our front window at the Petersburg campground
Josh, Becky and Matt
The signature hole of the Clemson course. The green and sand traps look like the paw print -their logo
We left Zephyrhills on Thursday, March 31, driving 4 hours to Valdosta, GA. With most snowbirds leaving Florida on April 1, the traffic can be very heavy, so we chose to leave the day before, and Valdosta was about halfway to Augusta. We stayed in there 2 nights and drove to Petersburg Campground in Appling, GA., about 25 miles west of Augusta.
The GPS in our RV did a curious thing. After getting off I-75 at Macon, it never took us on another freeway, all the way to Appling. The saying goes that you have to get off the freeways to really see the U.S.A, but using the Eisenhower Interstate System is the easiest way to travel in an RV. Especially when towing a vehicle like we do. After setting up in a campground, we usually see the sights on the back roads in our car. But not this time. We traveled 2 lane roads in the motorhome, where the big windshield gave us a perfect view of rural Georgia, which was surprisingly hilly. At one point, a sign said "Welcome to Hancock County - The Hidden Gem of Georgia". We didn't think it looked any different from the other counties we had gone through since Macon. We drove through Sparta, where we were encouraged by numerous yard signs to re-elect Terrell Primus as sheriff.
One town looked very inviting and I wish we could have stopped and walked around. Milledgeville, GA is home to Georgia College and we drove right through the campus, where a large, family festival was going on. (bouncy houses and large inflatable slides were our first clue). Matt (who made the trip with us) said it was a good thing that there wasn't a parade coming as we would have had to be in it. We were on a 2 lane street, and with angle parking on both sides, there was no possibility for us to get out of the way!
Petersburg Campground is an Army Corps of Engineer campground on J. Strom Thurmond Lake, which borders Georgia and South Carolina. Wooded state and national park campgrounds are not always big rig friendly, but we couldn't have been more pleased with our site. In fact, if it had sewer hook-ups, we would have stayed longer than 5 nights. We had a view of the lake, and with the campsites spaced quite far apart, it was extremely peaceful. We enjoy our RV park in Florida, but the units are close together and, while sitting inside,we often can hear our neighbor's conversation when they are outside. The only sounds we heard here were the chirping of birds and the rustling of leaves as squirrels scampered across the ground.
Josh drove 13 hours from his home in Illinois to join us and he arrived at the campground about 10:30 Saturday night. On Sunday morning the four of us crossed the dam that created the Strom Thurmond Lake, entered South Carolina and drove a couple of hours to Clemson University. We had a noon tee time at the Walker Course on the college campus. We enjoyed our round as we never saw the group behind us and rarely saw the foursome in front of us. Several holes were on the edge of a lake, which gave us some pretty views. After golf we drove around the Clemson campus and had some refreshments at a local pub before heading back to the campground.
On Monday, Mike and the boys wiped down the outside of the motorhome. Not a full wash, just going over the whole thing with wet cloths. We then made a practice run into Augusta to see how long it would take (25 minutes on a 2 lane road), found the post office and a Great Clips for Mike and Josh. We were all excited for Tuesday morning!
The view out our front window at the Petersburg campground
Josh, Becky and Matt
The signature hole of the Clemson course. The green and sand traps look like the paw print -their logo
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