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Camping at Otter Creek
Oct. 8th, 2025 12:00 am![[syndicated profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/feed.png){kind=small}
odonnellweb_feedTrip: 55
Nights: 185-186
The government may be closed but the Park Rangers are working without getting paid. The two Rangers at the ranger station at Otter Creek Campground at about mile 60 on the Blue Ridge Parkway were in good spirts as I checked in, and I thanked them for being there to keep the campground open.
Otter Creek is the lowest point on the Blue Ridge Parkway, only about 600 feet above sea level. You will be 3000 feet up rather quickly driving either north or south from the campground. We arrived on Friday evening, about 30 minutes ahead of friends that were camping in the neighboring campsite. Otter Creek was renovated recently. The asphalt is in great shape and the paved campsites are level-ish. We had a creek side campground, although the water was mot moving at a speed to produce any sound. After our traditional campsite arrival dinner of WaWa subs that we picked up on the way, we retired to the campfire with our friends.
On Saturday morning I went hiking, picking up the Otter Creek trail at the campground and following it south about 2.5 miles to Otter lake, where I looped the small lake and then returned the way I came. The trail is right on the creek for much of the hike, with several stream crossings and 2 tunnels to pass under the BRP and some other road. It's a pleasant hike with minimal elevation gain.I got back to camp around noon and then that afternoon we took a scenic mountain pass drive to Lexington, VA, where we settled in at an outdoor table on a beautiful 70 degree day at the Devil's Backbone Lexington brewery. It was Teddy's first trip to a brewery and he was a good boy. He snoozed under the table. Unfortunately the brewery was closing at 4 PM for a private event, so all us peasants got kicked out for whatever wealthy person or group could afford to monopolize sizable brewery with a full kitchen on their busiest day of the week. On the way back we stopped at an ice cream shack, where my small dish of ice cream turned out to be about the size of both my fists. It was a lot of ice cream. So my dinner on Saturday ended up being tots, beer, and ice cream. I regret nothing.
Once we got back to the campground my friend, who is an electrical engineer, helped me with some wiring issues in the camper. The guy that installed my upgraded solar controller routed it oddly, and probably was costing me a bit of power in voltage drop by not connecting the controller directly to the battery on the shortest route. That is fixed now. Saturday night was a repeat of Saturday, beer and fire.
Sunday was go home day. The campground is 2.5 hours from home, so not a bad trip for a weekend.
