|Croft State Park, Spartanburg, SC|
I've been spoiled by the series of almost-empty campgrounds I've found on my trip thus far, and when pulling in, didn't figure this small state campground would be any different. What I didn't know was that Saturday night was the annual park Halloween party - and if it weren't for a couple of late cancellations, I'd have not gotten a spot at all. (I found out later that people reserve the spots for this night eleven months in advance.)
I was amazed and amused by the amount of work people put into decorating their campsites - for just one night! The photo above wasn't even the winning entry in the site-decoration contest; that was reserved for the people who brought in a load of sand to create a tableau of skeletons sunning on the beach, complete with swimsuits, sunscreen, umbrellas and camp chairs. It was great fun for all involved.
Except for yours truly. I didn't have any candy with me, and the first couple of people I talked to weren't too friendly, so I spent the evening with the front curtains drawn and the lights dimmed, so I wouldn't be disappointing any children. I felt like a real Halloween Scrooge; alone, very alone. (Though I did keep the back curtains open so I could admire the costumes on young and old from afar. It was quite a parade.)
I had to do laundry and run some errands on Sunday, so I stayed at the park a second night. It was a whole new scene. We were back to the 1/3 full conditions I've become used to, quiet reigned, the weather was late-fall perfection. When I heard someone playing bluegrass down the road, I wandered by for a listen, and got invited to stay for dinner. Thus assured my social cooties from the previous evening had worn off, I stayed for a spell, and had a great time.