We set up the tent on a gravel pad. It was ugly, but level. There were quite a few camps set up, maybe twenty, which was fine. The few times I have camped with absolutely no neighbors felt creepy to me. We gathered wood. We made a fire. We toasted hot dogs and marshmallows. We poked sticks at the fire. We went to sleep as the traffic roared along Rte 15 and thousands of acorns rained down. At least every second you'd hear one plop--it seemed dangerous to be wandering about bareheaded, but Victoria was only hit once. Still, if the person who decided to call Autumn "Fall" had lived here, it would have ended up "Pelt" instead.
In the morning we built another mighty fire and cooked bacon and eggs. With marshmallows for dessert. The visitors' center was closed, but some of the birds in the aviary were in their outdoor areas, so we admired them and then walked the Catoctin Furnace trail, which was fun but short. Victoria played at the playground while I read, then it started raining and we bolted. We stopped in Frederick for gas and drinks and were home by the afternoon. The bonus at the end of a camping trip is how great your bed feels when you return. I am looking forward to it!