This RV park has a history
From our last stop in Georgia on a winding road through cotton fields and pecan orchards, I drove towards Cherokee Campground in Helena, Alabama. The hills were a welcome change from the flatness of Florida, and Niki was excited to explore a new campground.
When we arrived, the office was set back from the road, and I was greeted by a friendly woman who took my reservation. She asked to see my camping discount card, but I explained that it was in the car. She took my word for it and didn't hassle me.
It appeared the campground was built in the 1950s, and it showed its age. The campsites were uneven and the concrete was cracked. There was a cutout of Sasquatch leaning against an overturned wheelbarrow and down the road a purple cross was fastened to a tree trunk. What stories could be told about this? But the utilities were adequate, and the trees provided plenty of shade.
After we set up camp, Niki and I took a walk down to the lake. The path was muddy, but we eventually made it to the overlook. The view was beautiful, and we could see the lake’s beauty.
Overall, I had a pleasant stay at Cherokee Campground. It wasn't the most luxurious campground, but it was clean and affordable. And the location was perfect for exploring the surrounding area.