The Road to Padre Island
One of the things I wanted to do on this trip was figure out where good places for Nic and I to stay weeks on end were. If you’ve read some of my earlier posts, you would know that I am primarily looking for free camping next to a city with a Planet Fitness in it. Padre Island and Corpus Christi fit that description perfectly so we had that as a destination, but we wanted to find more spots on the way.
Our first stop was to be near the Suwannee River in the Florida panhandle. It was about a 4 hour drive from Bradenton and the last stretch of road to the campgrounds was the roughest we’ve ever been on. I really appreciated the offroad suspension and lift.
One spot in the road looked impassible. Water covered the entire road and spanned about 20 feet of it. I dipped the from tires in to see how deep it was and we went for it. Water came up to the bumpers and the tires spun a little, but we didn’t have any trouble making it through. We figured we should at least have some privacy if you had to traverse a road like this to get to the campsite. What we ended up with was a mixed bag.
The view of the river was pretty nice. You could tell that campground was beautiful at one time. The problem was that it had been completely trashed. The grounds were torn up by 4×4’s and picnic tables burned.
Due to the vandalism, the place had a sundown curfew. Since it was close to sundown by the time we got there and we were tired, we decided to stay anyway. Besides, the campground was at the end of that crazy road and the government was still shutdown. Who’s going to bother us?
A state ranger in a 4×4 pulled up right after Nic and I got settled in and started reading our books. She wasn’t amused to see us after sunset and pointed to the big sign with red lettering that we had chosen to ignore. I decided to not play dumb and just told her we had been driving a long way and would be gone first thing in the morning. She wasn’t having any of it and ran our drivers licenses and plates. In the end she was cool and let us off with just a warning citation. According to her, the campgrounds had actually been cleaned up before we got there. The vandals had also chained up the port-a-potties and dragged them around in addition to all the damage we saw. I’d like to eventually visit again after they get it straightened out.
With no place to sleep, Nic and I decided to head to Apalachicola National Forest over by Tallahassee, FL. It was only about another hour drive or so. The campsites weren’t very nice. They were basically just open spots in the woods with dumpsters and port-a-potties brought in to support the deer hunters. The only thing interesting about Apalachicola was that the hunters brought their 4×4’s in on flatbed trailers because they broke them hunting deer so much.
I wasn’t really impressed with Apalachicola and it wasn’t close enough to Tallahassee to make the trip in town to the Planet Fitness worthwhile, so we left there and headed toward our next prospective campsite.
The next national park in Alabama we went to was closed down due to the government shutdown. The one we drove to after that didn’t exist anymore. I’d finally had enough. Out of the last 4 free campsites we had been to, only one was open and that one sucked. We decided to drive straight through to Corpus Christi.