From Deer Creek it was a short drive of nineteen miles to Parker’s Prairie where there was questionable camping by the boat ramp at Lake Adely. Once there I found it to be not much room, not level and finally a sign posted with a RV image and a diagonal line crossing over it: NO RV’s TENT CAMPING ONLY.
I didn’t get out to take any pictures. There was a creepy old man sitting in a minivan gawking at us as we drove through. I didn’t want to talk with him in case he had a mind to do so.
I wasn’t too disappointed. We hadn’t driven far and I didn’t care for the location. On the way out on the dirt road I spotted something slowly moving across in front of us. A little turtle. It would take him forever to make the journey and I knew he might get squashed like a bug.
Yes, the towns are that quiet. Rarely I see anyone walking about.