Devil's Den State Park

November 4, 2018 - Devils Den State Park
This year we made reservations in June for four nights at Devil's Den State Park for the first week in November to enjoy the fall colors in the Boston Mountains. With an abnormally mild wet summer the leaves didn't disappoint. We left Russellville on a Sunday afternoon for the trip west on I-40, then north on I-49 toward Fayetteville. There are two exists from I-49 to Devil's Den. From I-40 the first is at Winslow. Highway 170 from Winslow limits trailers to 26' due to the tight curves. So we had to drive on to the second exit at Westfork and take the other end of highway 170 to the park for an additional 25 miles. 

We were able to get campsite #85 in campground E which contains the AAA sites with full utility hookups.It was a pretty unique campsite with the camper pad on an elevated terrace above the picnic table, grill and two fire pits.Site 85 was located on Lee Creek which flows through the park. We had a good view of the creek from our campsite and could hear the creek flowing over the rock just upstream.

  

 

With a little rain overnight the weather on Monday was damp and cool. We went out for a ride around the park stopping at the park store and Lee Creek Dam. 

 

This little deer was at the entrance to campground E

Wednesday we took a walk from the camper down to the Woody Plant Trail that originates in campground E and connected with the Lake Trail to the suspension bridge over Lee Creek  (1/4" mile) . This was an easy stroll on the high banks above the creek. 

 

Here is a little video of Lee Creek with the and the sound we could hear from our campsite.
Friday we decided to take a drive to the west of the park on highway 220 to Natural Dam.

Can You Spot the 2' Water Moccasin in this Picture?
(We didn't until after Donna took the picture and it disappeared. Hint: Not in the water, sunning on a rock.)

We spent all of our evenings around the campfire listening to music on my new Bluetooth speaker. We even had some roasted marshmallows without grandchildren. We couldn't use the "they're for the grand-kids" excuse.

This little guy I named "Pepe La Pew" came and visited us and our neighbors two nights. We tried to remain calm and make no threatening moves. I think we were in the middle of his regular creek-side foraging rounds.