My sister-in-law Mitzi had been going up to camp with her Dad and Uncle Frank when Dad passed away in 1999. Now the trailer and rented spot on the water have been passed on as well. Water is turned on from April 15 to October 15, so it's time to air out the trailer. Mom enjoyed this outing, though the cool breeze had her wrap up like a toddler at Christmas. French Creek is currently about 15-20 feet deep and crowding the banks, as everywhere in the east, it seems, flooding in Tennessee. A hurricane came through here in '04, snapping trees and flooding the campsite.
In summer Mitzi says the creek is lazy along its sandy shores. She enjoys taking out her rubber boat and floating down the river to the bridge, where Chuck picks her up. Sometimes Mitzi lies out on the sandbar not visible today beneath the strong current. French creeks flows from right to left, which seems wrong, when the Mississippi flows left to right.
I especially liked the wild flowers carpeting the campground.
We passed by Slippery Rock University, which makes me smile. I don't know, it just doesn't sound like the sort of place I would want to claim as an alma mater. Nor membership in the Remnant Church of God, for that matter.