Thomasville, Georgia

We left Perry this morning after a leisurely hitch-up which also involved considerable conversation with a couple of other travelers on their way to Florida.  Both of the gentlemen currently live in Kentucky and are on their annual pilgrimage to Florida for the winter.  One of these gentlemen is retired from Nashville Electric and actually knows one of our RV friends.  It is a small world.

We arrived at our destination for tonight just after 1 PM.  Thomasville is proclaimed as the “city of roses”, but with the very limited amount of research I have had time to do this afternoon, I cannot discover the reason why.  However, driving into town we saw several businesses as well as residences that had much of their landscaping done in roses.  We wanted to go for a walk to stretch our legs this afternoon and we found the Thomasville Rose Garden listed in a visitor brochure we picked up in the campground office.

The rose garden was very nice.  Of course, this isn’t the time for roses to bloom, even in southern Georgia, so most of the bushes were in a dormant stage.  We did find a few open blooms, but not many.  Adjacent to the rose garden was Cherokee Lake.  It was a small lake for fishing with a paved walking path around the perimeter.  We estimated the length around to be about a mile so we did a couple laps.  It was far too warm for a brisk walk in my blue jeans and heavy, waffle knit shirt.

We are parked for tonight at City of Roses RV Park.  It is a Passport America campground so the half price rate of $12 is great.  I keep a list of the campgrounds where we stay and have a very simple rating system.  Basically, there are only three levels—good for a long term stay, good for a short term stay, and good for a one night stand.  We’re giving City of Roses RV Park a one night stand rating.  We have a full-hookup, pull-thru site and it is very level.  However, most of the people here are permanent residents in very old RVs.  Many have a lot of junk cluttering the area around their RV.  Folks seem to be friendly enough and there is one thing we have not seen in any other campground—chickens.  The train tracks are very close, also.  It is yet to be determined if the train will disturb my beauty rest.

This evening we are relaxing after dinner and tomorrow we have a short drive to De Funiak Springs, Florida.