Carolina LTVers Fall Rally – Lake Hartwell, South Carolina

In the border of South Carolina and Georgia sits a magnificent stretch of quiet water known as Lake Hartwell. With 56,000 acres of water and 962 miles of shoreline, it is a popular destination for locals and out-of-state visitors, particularly with anglers looking for Bass and Stripers. As a project of the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers, it is one of the region’s largest man-made lakes. 1

The Lake Hartwell State Park in Fair Play, South Carolina, is surrounded by forest, and close to Interstate 85. It was a beautiful – and convenient setting for our Carolina LTVers Annual Fall Rally. With 115 paved campsites as well as walk-in tent sites and a fishing pier, it is a delightful location for fun and fellowship.

Laek Hartwell

The group has grown since its inception in 2016, when Jerry and Debbie Stephens offered to lead a group after moving from Ohio to Greenville, SC. Beginning with 15 rigs at that first rally, it has expanded to 160 members today. This event hosted 32 rigs with members hailing from Georgia, Tennessee, Florida, Indiana, and of course, North and South Carolina.

The dominance of pine trees makes the shoreline look like summer, but the sprinkle of oak, poplar, maple, and hickory tells the story of autumn all through the campgrounds. Our gathering place each day was the pavilion near the ranger station. Set among the trees just beginning to flush with fall color it was a typical fall scene. Yet, this was not a typical rally.

With the threat of COVID still fresh on everyone’s mind, the group chose to meet outdoors for all of the sessions. Catered dinners replaced pot luck suppers, and the group put a “hold” on their popular “Rig Hop” event where members showcase their RVs models and modifications to the rest of the group.

Three views of the campground

Nonetheless, the group enjoyed their gathering with typical enthusiasm. The rally started with the Annual Meeting and the introduction and election of officers who each serve for a one-year term. The majority confirmed the slate of officers for 2022 and the Annual Meeting adjourned. A lively discussion began about future rally locations and brought suggestions of trips to surrounding states and potential joint rallies with other clubs. Most agreed these options sounded like fun, as everyone was ready to start traveling again.

The next day, brought a full morning of presentations and discussion on a variety of topics. Victoria Bouldin moderated the discussion on Maintenance and upgrades. The topics ranged from awnings to Lithium batteries and many voiced their own experiences with each.  The talk soon turned to troubleshooting with members offering suggestions on upgrades for suspension, after-market levelers, battery upgrades as well as answering questions on inverters, plumbing, and refrigerators. Several members offered resource websites including the LTV Enthusiasts Facebook Group, The Sprinter Forum, Leisure Travel Van Upgrades, and a group for LTV Wonder Owners.

Victoria and Jerry moderating discussion

Victoria and Jerry moderated a discussion on maintenance

The second session featured Phil Rodokanakis leading a discussion on technology with topics on internet and TV reception, cellular signals, boosters, and HDMI. His detailed and thoughtful presentation sparked many questions about technology among the group. So much so, that the next planned session on “Cooking in the RV” had to be rescheduled for Tuesday!

Phil gining a talk on RV technology

Phil gave a presentation on technology for the RV

The best was yet to come, with a catered barbeque dinner from Southern Appalachian Smokehouse. Singer and musician, Karl Lauber from nearby Greenville entertained the group with guitar and banjo tunes from many different artists and genres. As the group dispersed and made their way back to their campsites, there was a lot of “buzz” about all the e-bikes present. With the hilly terrain between the campground and the pavilion, those e-bikes looked pretty terrific to us “walkers”!

Karl Lauber playing guitar

A nice surprise! Karl Lauber entertained with guitar, banjo, and vocals.

On Tuesday morning, the session started with a presentation on Caravan travel. Gary Cooper offered an alternate format to dispel the misunderstanding that all caravans have to be 20 or more rigs. He talked about smaller groups of 3-5 rigs with more flexibility and more member input. By the end of the discussion, he had a list of members who were interested in these small group excursions!

The second presenter, Robin North, author of The Small RV Ninja series, offered tips on trip planning and RV organization. The two topics are complimentary since you have to know where you are going, to know what to pack – and how to pack it! There was lots of input from the group on trip-planning software, favorite tips for finding attractions along the way, and many great ideas for storage including resource websites and retailers who specialize in storage solutions.

Group at the pavilion surrounded by trees

The group enjoyed the discussions and the beautiful fall weather

The third topic of the day focused on cooking in the  RV. There was enthusiasm in the group for both cooking equipment and methods of cooking. Many talked about grills while others offered the convenience of Instant Pots, induction burners, and even old-school dutch ovens.

With all the interest in e-bikes, an impromptu session was planned for this new transportation option. After the noon free-time period, a large group reconvened at the pavilion to talk about the bikes. E-bike owners explained the differences and options available as well as showed off their particular models. The parking lot featured about 10 e-bikes for the group to explore.

E-bikes in the parking lot

So many members had e-bikes!

The session was in full swing when Carolina Kitchen caterers arrived to serve a dinner of spaghetti and salad with a luscious blondie brownie for dessert. As dinner finished, and the rally came to an end, the group lingered at the pavilion talking and laughing and just enjoying the company of fellow LTV enthusiasts. The long separation caused by COVID made the gathering that much more enjoyable. It was great seeing old friends and making many new friends. That is, after all, what rally time is all about!

Lake Hartwell sunset

Sundown at Lake Hartwell Accessed 11.2.2021 SC Picture Project, Lake Hartwell

Atop The Blue Ridge

Driving the Great Appalachian Road

It began with a simple goal: put Depression-era men and women back to work. Quickly.

In the early 1930s, the world’s economy had collapsed. Unemployment in the U.S. alone stood at 25 percent. Many states, even higher. As they viewed the shanty towns and “Hoovervilles,” as homeless communities were then called, many feared that a revolution was coming if something wasn’t done.

Then some forward-thinkers, including a then-young Army officer named Dwight Eisenhower, had a transformative, and innovative, idea. Why not change America’s highway infrastructure from mud-rutted roads to paved highways as a way to put people back to work?

From the CCC and the ERA to the WPA, Congress and the Franklin D. Roosevelt administration worked through their differences together and saw to it that the men who would move the rock and dirt, and lay the concrete and steel to create what began as the Appalachian Scenic Highway, came from the poverty-ravaged “hollers” and mountains from Tennessee to Virginia that the road’s route would take.

When it was finally completed in 1987—yup, it took that long—this work of beauty winding through, around and over the country’s eastern mountains that became the Blue Ridge Parkway (BRP) would rank as one of the greatest public works projects in American history.

The world’s longest, at 469 miles, and narrowest—as narrow as 200 feet—national park would be free except for camping. A free national park that today is the most-visited in the National Park Service, mainly because stretches are often used by locals. It is ranked No. 3 in one list of Great American Drives, and should be on yours, too.

Linking two great other eastern national parks, Shenandoah, and Great Smoky Mountains, it may not be on your radar to visit. But it should be. And, last fall, we headed “Lucky Us,” our 2015.5 Leisure Unity MB south from our Michigan home base to first spend some time in the Smokies, and then at Cherokee NC, hop aboard the Blue Ridge at its southern end/beginning.

I was aware of some of what we’d see and do driving the bottom 200 or so miles on this trip. Denise wasn’t. But following spectacular vista after spectacular vista, interspersed with craft shops and Appalachian towns through three states that tempted with both scenery, history and food, we both were convinced to plan another trip to do the top half, plus a bit more. More on that in an upcoming article. We’ll also concentrate on the Smokies in a near-future story.

This is about The Blue Ridge.

The drive, the destination, The Blue Ridge.

Most printed guides you’ll pick up actually begin at Milepost 0, logically enough, at Shenandoah National Park, to the north. Since we began in the Smokies, we went backwards, but we didn’t care. You shouldn’t either.

You’ll enjoy the journey, and the incomparable mountain overlooks, quiet trails leading from eight rustic (your $20 nightly fee–$10 with a senior access pass–buys no power; our 200w of rooftop solar kept us going), but all have flush toilets, and some with showers, albeit some a bit dated, victims of years of federal park service de-funding, campgrounds conveniently built about every 58 miles, and glimpses of the lives of some of the residents here, from moguls to mountaintop nearly self-sufficient farmers, who gave up their lands to create this park.

On the first day, you’ll quickly gain an appreciation for those reservable campgrounds—there are private camps also sprinkled along the way too, if the national park sites are filled. And those incomparable views. You’ll soon be doing an “ohh, let’s stop here….wait, pull over here…how about pulling off here…I need to get a shot of this…” to each other as we did, as the changing overlooks of the blueish ridges of this part of the Appalachians ripple and fold before you. Among other things, you’ll be seeing, passing or going through:

And hundreds upon hundreds of scenic pullouts, so many that after Day 1, you’ll be simply overwhelmed at what you’re seeing. That’s the reason to take your time.

Remember this above all: most drives get you to your destination. On the Blue Ridge, the drive IS the destination.

Plan on about 50 to 110 miles a day to stop, poke around neighboring towns, walk trails, and light a campfire or two. The BRP’s speed limit is 45, but considering the multiple stops you’ll be making, plan on a 30 mph average. Or, even less.

Don’t rush this. Because by the second day, you’ll begin hearing the history encased in these ancient ridges whisper to you, from the waterfalls and trout streams, to hooting owls and eagles, to the echoes of voices of the fathers, mothers and children in the lone cabins still standing, where mountain families lived out their lives a long wagon ride from any town.

Here are our highlights on the southern half.

Mile 469.1

We hopped on the southern end of the BRP at Great Smoky Mountains National Park’s Oconaluftee Visitor Center, at Mile 469.1, near the Museum of the Cherokee Indian, the area’s first human inhabitants. The guides quickly caught our attention: height restriction warnings about some tunnels in the first 50 or so miles from that entrance.

No worries for us, however, at least after we double-checked at the lowest tunnel, at 10 feet, 6 inches. That’s because it’s measured from the side of the tunnel, not the center. So with me walking behind just to be sure, we were feet below the tunnel’s rounded side, where many large RVs would be in danger of ripping the roof off if they didn’t stick to the center. One more advantage of a smaller RV.

Once that was out of the way, we got down to some serious rubbernecking. I was familiar with the BRP, but Denise was wondering what all the fuss was about. She quickly found out. As soon as we hopped on, we were climbing. Through, around and alongside mountains upwards of 6,400 feet. Not high by western standards, but in the east, almost Everest-like. At Mile 451, is Waterrock Knob, named for a spring that quenched travelers from the Cherokee onwards. You’ll be looking at four states from here.

Once past those low tunnels, we climbed another 20 miles to Richland Balsam Overlook, highest point on the parkway at 6,047 feet, or 6,400 feet, depending on the source, and who’s counting.

Highest point you’ll drive to on the parkway.

Looking out at the vistas of the Nantahala National Forest ahead and the Smokies already miles behind, we realized why we were here. “The layers of mountains and valleys, with the blue hue of it all, is simply spectacular,” Denise said. Well put.


While we could have camped at private and state parks neighboring the parkway, we chose to stay within the park, at, for us, $10 per night with our senior parks pass. And we could have first stayed in the ridges at 4,900 feet at Mount Pisgah, formerly part of the vast Biltmore Estate of the Vanderbilt family, but the weather in September-October can be tricky that high. We opted instead to only take in the views. Besides, we just had to stop at the Parkway Visitor Center, mile 384, with exhibits about the Blue Ridge National Heritage Area we were traveling through.

Typical of the park’s campgrounds are Julian Price Park and Doughton.


Located just off the parkway, they, like other campgrounds, are well-marked, and we had no problem finding a site in early fall. Julian Price at mile 295 or so, features 193 sites. Price Lake, with canoe rentals and a hiking trail, is across the parkway from the campground. There are also other hiking trails in the area.

Doughton, near mile 239, has 31 sites. Our paved campsite featured a natural rock barrier between the circle drive and our spot, which overlooked more of the BRP’s beauty.

Take the mile or so walk through fields and woods, or drive instead, to Brinegar Cabin, where the Brinegar family literally carved out a farm homestead atop the mountain here in 1876 to raise crops and livestock. Martin and Caroline built the cabin around 1889, raised flax, and had an apple orchard and a granary.

The sound of water still trickling from the homestead’s springhouse is just a sample of what it must have felt like to live here, miles from anyone else, with just the trees and wildlife for neighbors. In summer, the National Park Service uses the site for interpretive programs.

Quirky Sidetrips

Trade ya! Pick up a unique RV like this outside Wild Woody’s in Laurel Springs, NC, just off the Blue Ridge Parkway, unless someone beat ya to it!

Laurel Springs, NC is about as quirky little stop as you’ll find along the Blue Ridge. Catering mostly to motorcyclists who find the parkway’s corners, dips and overlooks as appealing as we do, it’s a great little diversion near Doughton campground. Here are two places to duck your head into:

Wild Woody’s. Think Sturgis Rally year-round with a campground attached. Park yur hawg—or LTV– step inside for a brewski or two. Woody’s was empty when we visited in October, but I’m sure it’s packed in summer.

If it’s still there, check out the custom crystal metallic blue Caddy-turned RV parked nearby, replete with a chopped travel trailer bolted behind the front seat. It may still be for sale unless some lucky adventurer put a ‘sold’ sign on it after his or her fifth Bud. There’s also a campground, and you can preview your visit here.

New River. You’re close to the New River at Laurel Springs, which is a misnomer. It’s recognized as the world’s second oldest river, 10 million to 360 million years new. You can take a leisurely canoe trip on the New—It’s also famous elsewhere for sphincter-tightening whitewater raft trips—at Dusty’s Trails Outfitters, which also has primitive camping.

Other Must-Stops

Everything from bluegrass and country, to rock-n-roll, owes its heritage to what happened in these hills, when Scots, English and others came to live here and brought their music and cultures. Those broadsides and  ballads evolved over the centuries into the mountain tunes many of us know, then changed again by greats, including the man considered the father of modern bluegrass, Bill Monroe, and others like Doc Watson and the Stanley Brothers.

It’s all told at the Blue Ridge Music Center at mile 213 on the parkway. If you’re lucky after touring the museum stick around for a concert (at least July through October), or take part in one of the free, local mini-events from noon to 4 p.m. every day the center is open. Which basically is every day.


Do you play? Maybe they’ll even let you sit in.

If you’re either a fan of NASCAR, or mountain music and bluegrass, come to Galax, VA, pronounced ˈ’ɡeɪlæks,’ maybe 15 minutes from the music center and about seven miles from the parkway.

The town, named for an evergreen groundcover found across the Blue Ridge, is considered to be the center of “old time” mountain music, has a type of dulcimer named after it, and carries on that tradition with Friday night concerts at the theater downtown. It also is a destination for strummers and pickers following another famed route, The Crooked Road, a.k.a. Virginia’s Heritage Music Trail.

The annual Old Fiddler’s Convention has taken place each August here since 1935. The annual Leaf and String Festival takes place in mid-June. Downtown’s Rex Theatre broadcasts a music show weekly live and online. If you get the idea that music is in the town’s soul, you’re right. So’s barbecue. The state BBQ championship, Smoke On The Mountain, takes over downtown in mid-July.

If you can’t make it, a good place to sample what’s cookin’ at the festival is downtown’s Galax Smokehouse. Where? Just follow your nose to the corner of Main and Grayson. St. Louis-style ribs, pulled pork, smoked brisket, chicken and the like are all on the menu in this unpretentious and tasty stop. Parking your LTV is easy downtown. Check out the NASCAR memorabilia, and also if the Wood Brothers, the oldest active team in stock car racing, are checking out the menu. They’re regulars here.

Linn Cove Viaduct


This was the last piece of the parkway to be completed and was also the most complicated. In fact, when it was built it was considered the most complicated bridge ever attempted. The main issue: How to protect Grandfather Mountain, one of the world’s oldest peaks, and around which the viaduct bends.

Started in 1983, its only 1,243 feet of precast concrete pieces on piers, but it  took four years to build. Stop at the Visitor Center to understand the hows and whys of its construction.  It affords sweeping views of the surrounding mountains, as well as making for great photo ops at either end, where you can park while your partner stands by to snap a perfect shot of your LTV rounding the “S” curve.

Plan a stop at the Park Service’s Visitor Center at mile 384, and the Folk Art Center near Asheville, NC at mile 382. It’s not only a museum of mountain crafts but you can also buy to your credit card’s limit here. During the tourist season, talk with local craftsmen.

Hiking is another draw. At almost every stop and overlook there’s a trail, including the Mountains-to-Sea Trail, which runs, well, from these mountains, to the Atlantic coast, leading to the woods, a trout stream, or other feature.

Asheville’s Biltmore estate, built by the Vanderbilts from 1889-1895, opened for tours in 1930 to increase tourism which crashed like everything else during the Depression. There’s even a hotel there now.

That’s just a preview of the parkway’s southern half. We’ll be sure to take you along when we do the rest.

When You Go

Yup, Hurricane Florence had its way with the entire southern Appalachian area. So before you go this year, check for updates by calling the park, or monitoring its website, or other associated sites.

We found the parkway’s reservable campgrounds most accessible in fall despite expected the fall color rush. Camping is open mid-May through October for $20 a night, but $10 with a National Park Service senior lifetime pass. There are also lots of private campgrounds within a few minutes of the route
For information on many of the spots mentioned, just click on the provided links.

On the Road with Al and Ev – The Carolinas

It was a beautiful day traveling in Georgia, South Carolina and here in North Carolina. We planned on 325 miles today and we didn’t plan on another jam like the one we had yesterday. As my father would have said in Yiddish: “Mensh tracht and Got lacht.” Translation: People plan and God laughs. Yes, we were in another one today. This one was only an hour and a half instead of two and a half. More to come.

Passing the exit to Jekyll Island, Allie and I reminisced about our Elder Hostel days. We went to quite a few, some extraordinary and some only ordinary. The one at Jekyll Island was spectacular. I still remember the speaker who showed us slides (now you know how long ago that was) of the coast line beaches. He showed the before renourishment, the renourishment, and the after. In three years the beaches were devoid of the expensive sand, and the sand was long gone back to the ocean or to other beaches far away. You can’t fool Mother Nature.

We see signs for watermelon wine, peach cider, boiled peanuts and Smoking’ Pig, and BBQ Joint. Low country is endless, making us think of the great Tom Conroy and how much we enjoyed every one of his books. In fact, when he died, Allie bought them all over again and reread each one. We think he was one of the greatest writers of our time, certainly of his native land.

South Carolina is long, quiet, not inspirational, but we did give a shoutout to Ellen Flynn, daughter of our good friends the Whitmans, who lives in Beaufort. A smoky fire smell greets us but we don’t see the fire. It’s no wonder the woods are burning as it’s been so dry. Pedro, with his many signs for the “South of the Border” hotspot just over the South Carolina line into North Carolina, gets my attention. They are numerous—probably one every mile for at least 100 miles, and each year brand new. And when we get there it’s a marvel—shops, museums, arcades, motels, playgrounds, fireworks, restaurants, zoos, mini golf, and more and more. But we don’t even have time to look it over, for here’s the traffic jam, two lane, bumper to bumper and truly not moving. I won’t bore you with our boredom—you get the point.

The highway we traveled on is called the Purple Heart Memorial Highway, which calls for a story about my Allie. Having two purple hearts, about which he never talks, he has three purple heart license plates—one on our RV, one on the Prius on Florida, and one on the Rav4 in Maine. He revels in those plates because they continue to get him out of trouble. One story in particular. He’d been driving over the speed limit (dare I call it speeding?) and a policeman sirened him over to the curb. He growled a bit, then went to look at the license plate. He came back, smiling, extended his hand, thanked Allie for his service and said, “You survived the Big One, why should you die in an automobile accident? Slow down and consider this a warning.” Allie grinned. His plate had saved him again.

I tried to do a little shopping at “Your Pantry” at a gas station in SC. It was dazzling if you liked to drink. The whole store was walls of soft drinks. The whole interior was rows of wine, beer, liquor, and moonshine. And the ice cream—“Alcohol Ice Cream—Must be 21 or over to buy.” That left two rows of candy and cookies. So much for shopping.

And here we are, finally, in Lumberton NC, comfortably settled in in our RV park for the night. A long day, but we’re happy now, settled in, and about to have a pickup supper.