Satilla River

Last Saturday night we attended a covered dish supper at Sweetie pie's hunting club in a nearby county. This was my first "official" visit when other members were there. Over the summer, we traipsed around the place to check things out. Sweetie is a new member. During hunting season, families hang out at the camp and share meals and stories. Members have small trailers parked under huge pine trees and most have built porches and even entire rooms attached to their trailers. It is somewhat primitive, but there are bathrooms with flushing toilets. I'm not a 'squat in the woods' kind of girl! We had a great time and met some very nice people, as well as their families. Sitting around a huge bonfire after the supper was delightful!

It was Sunday afternoon as I drove home from a visit to Macon that it occurred to me. I felt comfortable at the hunting camp because I spent so much of my young life at the Satilla River Club with my family and their friends. The Satilla River winds through South Georgia and as a child and teenager, we spent many weekends down there. I think we were some of the first tubers on that river. Oh, the stories...

I have so many wonderful memories of Satilla. As we enjoyed a shared supper Saturday night, my thoughts went back to when we sat around a long table on the side porch at Satilla as platters and bowls of delicious, home cooked food were passed around. In cooler months, meals were served inside with heat from a wood burning stove. I loved to hear all the stories and jokes passed around with the platters.

A screened porch completely circles the two story house at Satilla and heavy, large rocking chairs line the front and back. How many hours have been whiled away in those wonderful rockers? How many tall tales and truths have been told in those rockers? Hmmm...

(I have been unable to upload a picture of Satilla, but I'll try to post one soon.)

We plan to move our small travel trailer to the camp soon and I would love to build a covered screened porch next to it. We have some rockers from our Blue Ridge house that would be perfect there. Maybe Sweetie would be willing to build me a screened porch so I can visit and rock the time away while he is in the woods. Hmmm...

My spinach casserole was a big hit and it was decided that I should always bring that to share. That suits me, it's easy and delicious and can also be used as a dip with crackers or chips. This past weekend I met several children who seemed to be having a good time. I hope for them that their experiences under the pines in a somewhat primitive hunting camp will bring them wonderful memories that will last a lifetime.