There is this place called "Chandlers Ferry" down the road from my best friend's house. It used to be a park/camping site/boat ramp area, but was shut down and abandoned years ago. There are a lot of stories of why it closed such as "Someone was murdered"… "The place was overrun by wild wolfs" and simply: "The place just didn't get enough business“. After re-searching the place a while back, I found that they did indeed get quite a lot of visitors, but the park was shut down because of a contaminated water supply or something to that nature. But anyways, now in modern day times, the park is over grown with trees, bushes, wild animals and the marks of time. The roads that once lead somewhere are now just a maze of ghost trails in the woods leading to Lake Hartwell. A lot of the old ticket buildings and restroom structures are still standing and there's a few parking lots overgrown with weeds.
So none the less, not a lot of people know about this place, and my friend and I would often go camping down there during the summers with plenty of booze, a tent, smokes, a guitar and other friends from time to time. This song basically describes what went on down there between a few camping trips. The beauty of this song is that every line in this song is 100% true and did happen. This song is really close to me and the friends that went camping with us down there many times.
I recall waking up down there one morning, in a puddle of cold rain water. Apparently there was a hole in the tent and it had rained all through the night, so after making the 1/2 mile walk back to the car, hung over and freezing, it was really something we can remember vividly.
Now, the county officials are thinking about clearing out the land that is now "Chandlers Ferry" for Log Cabin houses. I kind of hope that does happen, but you can't stop change.
There is this place called "Chandlers Ferry" down the road from my best friend's house. It used to be a park/camping site/boat ramp area, but was shut down and abandoned years ago. There are a lot of stories of why it closed such as "Someone was murdered"… "The place was overrun by wild wolfs" and simply: "The place just didn't get enough business“. After re-searching the place a while back, I found that they did indeed get quite a lot of visitors, but the park was shut down because of a contaminated water supply or something to that nature. But anyways, now in modern day times, the park is over grown with trees, bushes, wild animals and the marks of time. The roads that once lead somewhere are now just a maze of ghost trails in the woods leading to Lake Hartwell. A lot of the old ticket buildings and restroom structures are still standing and there's a few parking lots overgrown with weeds.
So none the less, not a lot of people know about this place, and my friend and I would often go camping down there during the summers with plenty of booze, a tent, smokes, a guitar and other friends from time to time. This song basically describes what went on down there between a few camping trips. The beauty of this song is that every line in this song is 100% true and did happen. This song is really close to me and the friends that went camping with us down there many times.
I recall waking up down there one morning, in a puddle of cold rain water. Apparently there was a hole in the tent and it had rained all through the night, so after making the 1/2 mile walk back to the car, hung over and freezing, it was really something we can remember vividly.
Now, the county officials are thinking about clearing out the land that is now "Chandlers Ferry" for Log Cabin houses. I kind of hope that does happen, but you can't stop change.
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