Oconee Weekend 2012



I am so fortunate that my family loves the outdoors, and we all love Oconee State Park, nestled in the Appalachian Mountains. This is where the boundaries of Georgia, North and South Carolina come together. In the midst of the Great Depression, South Carolina had the good fortune to donate land for the Civilian Conservation Corps to live there, reforest the area, and build a recreational camp for the public to enjoy.
The girls gave us our reservation for our Christmas present, and we had three cabins on the point of the lake. I've posted some photos on Facebook, but have reserved these photos of more architectural, historical, and picturesque interest for the blog.

Commemorative plaque outside Oconee office.

Oconee office building and commemorative statue



Our sweet cabin, with wide pine plank flooring and original features.
Fortunately the bathroom and kitchen are somewhat updated.
The girls' cabins were on either side of us.

  

View from our cabin.



This is Julia's cabin, seen from my back door. In the morning the kids could run right over to our cabin.

Paul rented a rowboat for the weekend, and took the kids out on the lake to fish.
Need I add that he could get his  cell phone to connect when out in the open.

Chris's cabin is on the other side of ours, which is on the point.
There is one cabin between ours, but we can run back and forth fairly easily.

This is one of the fantastic structures crafted by the CCC.
There is seating built into the supporting exterior, and a gorgeous rock fireplace on the left.

Now you can understand why I so love, love, love Oconee State Park.
These old structures, the woods, the mountains, are all so authentic and historical.
When our country was struggling, young men were roaming the rails in search of work, someone had the
bright idea to provide work and skills for these men, and leave us this lovely legacy to better enjoy the outdoors.

I am so intrigued with the windows of the cabins. They lock with that piece of wood in the center.
It is held in place with a screw, and one closes the windows and simply turns the wood to lock them into place.

View from my kitchen window.

Our grandkids having old-fashioned fun on the Chatooga River, bordering GA and SC.