So it is now April 2. We are camped at Wilson's along the French Broad River. Gorgeous view but lots of traffic noise. We are literally in the middle of several miles of riverside greenway. We do paddle this river in warmer times, it runs through the Biltmore estate. We had hoped to rent bikes but impending high winds and unexpected cold temps will send us home after lunch.
There is lots of traffic noise from the interstate and we are surrounded by big rigs but the view out the back is pure pleasure as are walks on the greenway.
I have been amazed at both how crowded and how private the campgrounds feel. We are typically parked between rigs that tower over us literally within spitting distance, yet folks are quiet and respectful. Many live in their rigs, some of which sport exterior kitchens as well as the ones inside. Most have large TVs. (Jessie's primary memory of a new 19' Airstream, marked down to $50K, was that it had 3 TVs and a lot of wasted space thereby). I just pack a laptop and DVDs. We have gotten a lot of curious looks, and some admiring looks and comments. The big rigs are elegant but I suspect not nearly as carefree as their owners imagined. My over anxious self is not as carefree as I would like to be, I think we probably would be fine staying on tonite, but setup and takedown are simple and quick. And the kitchen works just fine. And that was the point.
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