Hanging Rock State Park is north of Winston-Salem, NC.  Two of our daughters and their significant others rendezvoused with us on Friday night to set up camp.  The park gate closes at 9PM- Diann and I got there with only 10 minutes to spare. We spent Saturday hiking and enjoying the water.  Sunday was sleep in and break camp day.

It didn't take too long for everyone to get into the camping mode.  Shawn and Leigh had arrived during daylight and had set up the tent. Here, Carlo with headlight in place, has returned from a walk to the bath house.

Camp sites at the State Park are well laid out, have water every fifth site or so and have hot and cold running water at the central bath house.

Parking for the three cars was ample.

Shawn was contemplative about the order of the setup.

Friday night and Saturday morning we were without rain.

Saturday evening however, rain began before the cooking was to start. Fortunately we heard the thunder in the distance and "tarped up" the table area.

The fire, which was burning well...........

  ...... had to be shoveled under the grilling area and covered with three seamed sheets of aluminum foil to preserve until the storm passed.  Fortunately the coals held up and dinner was cooked.

But I'm ahead of myself.......... Saturday we hiked a bit and enjoyed the scene.

This is a stair-step that is part of Upper Cascade Falls

Even Sable, our Pomeranian got into the cooling stream.

Here Leigh spends time with Tally and Casey- pound puppies of unknown heritage.

Sable, who hates camera flash, enjoys a chair.

While Dottie, weighing in at 3 pounds, is bored.

  Friday night, we found the charcoal to be close to worthless and had to finish cooking the chicken on the gasoline camp stove.

Saturday cooking, though delayed by rain, went well and was finished much earlier than was dinner Friday.

Boiling potatoes for Shawn's receipt

Steak dinner on Saturday night.

I'm not sure how I missed taking a picture of our bacon and egg breakfast on Saturday morning or of the sausage and egg extravaganza on Sunday morning- perhaps it was due to having forgotten coffee.  Somehow it just isn't morning without a bit of "mud".

I hope you are able to enjoy the simple pleasures of camping as much as we do.  Once an annual event, this trip was our first camping trip in three years.  But then, we "camped" together in the Abacos last Christmas......on board a 38' catamaran that counts as camping- with a floating camp stove and icebox .