Ascent of Camden County High Point on 2013-01-05

Climber: William Musser

Date:Saturday, January 5, 2013
Ascent Type:Successful Summit Attained
Peak:Camden County High Point
    Elevation:80 ft / 24 m

Ascent Trip Report

I peakbag to challenge myself physically and "highpoint"...umm...well...I am not quite sure why I highpoint, perhaps...the adventures one encounters in the backcountry of America. This CHP experience illustrates this.

After peakbagging in NC (tagging the tops of some 6,000 footers in winter) we were about to cross the state line back into Florida. We stopped earlier for lunch at BK in SC and suddenly 2 and half hours later, my wife realizes she left her handbag with her iphone, ipad, credit cards and money at the BK way back in SC. Panic ensued until we verified the BK still had her purse. Even tho we had been on the road all day and were only 3 hours from home, we turned around to retrieve it and added another 5 hours to our drive time. Now we would arrive back home at 11PM!

We were fortuntate that the purse was still there and NOTHING was stolen! How refreshing! She took out all of the money she had in the purse and rewarded the honest people of the BK before headed back. As a consolation prize to me, she said pick another CHP to do on the way home. I scrounged around and found and easy one off I-95 and we were only about 2 hours from it - so why not break up this horrible drive?

My kids were great sports even tho they were returning home 6 hours late. By the time we arrived at the county is was getting late in the day but the fine report by Ben L. and close proximity of the HPs made it easy. Much of the highpoint candidates are where the road construction bisected the top of the rounded contours (except the larger area considered the HP). I meandered around in the dusk locating the suspect spots. As it grew dark, I got lazy and was satisfied at a driveby of the last one that was essentially a few feet from the roadway but my family insisted I get out of the car and pop into the woods and stomp around at the designated coordinates because I looked so ridiculous "nightpointing" as it became dark by the last one near the roadway it was tempting not to even get out.

Winding our way back to civilization laughing at highpointing in the backwoods of Georgia in the dark, and with the stress of the day behind us, we started looking for a local place to eat when all of a sudden we noticed that the pickup trucks passing us were flashing their hi beams at us. We checked, but our hi beams were not on. Perhaps one of those mandatory DUI stops was ahead? but why here? on a narrow road in the backwoods at night....Then up ahead we saw police cars with lights flashing and local cops standing in the roadway waving for us to stop. We complied.

One of the three fine southern officers went around and inspected the back of our SUV, completely caked in the dust of the NC snow-salting, while the others questioned us.

"Well y'all aint from around here are ya?"
"No sir", I replied in my suddenly exaggerated southern accent.
"Where ya comin' from?"
"Carolinas Sir"
"I need to see ID or we take your children"
"Take the noisy one on the right I offerred."
"No Thanks sir, we really need to see the where ya heading?"
"Back to Florida"
"Taking the scenic route?"
"Ya'all out joy riding at night on your way to Mickey Mouse?"
Neither of us were keen on offerring we had been out nightpointing the nearby fields and county roads in the dark sweet wife through me under the bus any way...

"Well sir, you see, husband insisted on finding your county high the dark....and umm...we're done now......and hungry.....and you guys know where we can find some good dinner nearby?"

I figured from their blank stares they were going to make her take a breath-a-lizer, but they just looked us up and down.

"If ya'all like is pretty good down at the river at Captain Stans on the river..."
"Goodnight Mr and Mrs Disney World" they tipped their hats never questioning why we were out highpointing their neighbors property at night and we were glad to be off....... laughing at the turn of events of the day.

We found Captain Stan's Smokehouse in the town of Woodbine and it appeared to be full of locals. The restaurant decor included a large live oak tree, Christmas lights, tarps, a make shift bar, a huge roaring fire and a local 5 piece band playing blues and southern rock ballads. The singer was a southern white woman with Jamacian dreadlocks signing Skynard and blues. The crowd dressed primarily in camo and leopard skin prints clapped, laughed, guzzled beer, and huddled at the fire pit.

We order pork butts and ribs and dang if they were not made to perfectio: moist, smoky, and very lean. Wow! what a treasure. The place at night had a Carribean feel with brightly lit shanty structures and a cool vibe under the tarps strung from the trees. People were friendly and the food was excellent. The band was quite good.

The owner, I presume Captain Stan, came over and gave my wife a hug at the bonfire and then asked me to help him move the logs around in his fire pit. I complied cheerfully, still exaggerating my southern accent a bit (according to my son) Ha!

We left the southern hospitality all having a wonderful time and somehow all the stress of the day dissapated as we drove our final 3 hours home. We have found such pearls in the oyster's of life...appearing before us at the oddest times when out "highpointing" and THAT is why, I suspect, my family tolerates me highpointing although if I could move to state with mountains, i would peakbag every time!
Summary Total Data
    Quality:2 (on a subjective 1-10 scale)
    Route Conditions:
Road Hike, Open Country, Bushwhack

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