The park was built in the late thirties by the Civilian Conservation Corp (the CCC). We felt their presence throughout our three-day stay.
We stayed in this quaint cabin perched on a hill. It was one of two in the park built by the CCC. It had been modernized with air-conditioning and satellite TV, but it retained its historical vibe.
I spent hour upon hour on the little deck, catching up on my reading amidst the hickories and the oaks. It was so cool under the leaf canopy. Maybe it was the bat population from the den, but I was never bothered with mosquitoes even in the twilight hours.
One way the park commemorates its CCC history is with a daily four o'clock softball game. Reportedly, the guys played baseball everyday after building dams, cabins and the like, and the park rangers organize a family softball game to maintain the tradition. Excuse me, they're not 'rangers' anymore, they're Park Interpreters. What? I'm sure there is a good reason for changing a perfectly good job title, but I'm not sure what it is.
The park was full of hiking trails that provided a wonderful mix of scenery including caves, waterfalls, creeks and timber.
Besides all the natural beauties, there were manmade amenities as well,
to which we gave an enthusiastic thumbs up.
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