Strawberry Banks Campground

Strawberry Banks holds a special place in my heart. It was a summer retreat for my family back in the late 60's and early 70's. The lake was new, virtually untouched by the hands of water lovers . You could take a Jon boat out safely and catch crappie until your arms or the fish grew tired . Most coves were uncharted and you had to be careful in some areas because of underwater debris. The dammed waters covering homes, barns, bridges, large bull pines and whatever else was in its way. Night fishing was done only by locals who knew the waters.
The weekends consisted of cookouts, Saturday night square dances or just sitting by a campfire with other families. Some from as far away as North Carolina, all friends who shared a common love for this new man-made wonder. The same families returning year after year. Life was simple. There were no Airstream trailers or speedboats, just tents, pop- ups and if you had a little money, maybe a nice ski boat or a small Shasta trailer. A canoe the boat of choice.
Unfortunately, the years as well as real estate development took its toll on these special places. The family camping trip became passe. Families began vacationing at popular beach resorts. Soon campgrounds would become nostalgic like drive-in movies, curbside service restaurants and duck pin bowling.
By chance in December of 2004 I searched and found Strawberry Banks . It was hidden by new homes and subdivisions. It was a little weary due to old age, but nevertheless a stubborn soul not willing to compromise. A diamond in the rough. How it survived through the years is beyond me. Almost as if it were in God's plan. One step on its red clay soil and I felt like a child again.
(Complete story in the Smith Mountain Eagle Feb. 16, 2005 edition)
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