When Cherokee/Great Smokies KOA in North Carolina’s Smoky Mountains asked if Brian and I would like to come and stay for the weekend I said yes, of course, because I miss the mountains.
We’ve camped in almost every state in the United States but had somehow never stayed at a KOA before, though they’re ubiquitous in the U.S.A. So we packed our bags and climbed into the car headed for North Carolina, unsure of what to expect but excited to get there.
On our way to Cherokee/Great Smokies KOA.
Somewhere in Tennessee, hours into our drive, Brian asked, “did you bring a headlamp?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “No.”
“What about trekking poles?”
“Do you think we need to bring towels or sheets on our babymoon?”
Brian kept insisting on calling this little weekend getaway our babymoon. It’s a word that, for reasons I cannot completely explain, makes me what to punch holes in the wall. I turned to Brian and tried to maintain my composure. “Stop calling it that.”
“Well, does the babymo…”
“STOP IT WITH THE BABYMOON.”
Brian glanced at me behind the steering wheel, a little smirk of pleasure on his lips. “Oh, I’m sorry” he said with an annoying amount of glee “You don’t like that word? What I meant to say was, are sheets and towels provided with the cabin?”
I shot him a look. “I don’t know. I hope so.”
We’d booked a deluxe cabin because baby bellies and camping do not mix particularly well. Upon arrival we learned that the cabins do, in fact, come with towels and linens and (major bonus) private bathrooms too.
Cherokee KOA headquarters.
Our perfect little cabin on the river.
The inside of our cabin and a sneak peek of the bed (sheets and pillows included!)
The view of the Raven Fork River from the porch of our cabin.
My perfect weekend.
The only problem with a cabin in the mountains is that I don’t ever want to leave a cabin in the mountains. So while the KOA offered everything from bike rentals to river tubing to s’mores cookouts, I just wanted to sit on our porch and read.
Luckily, we’d made plans to meet our Asheville friends Jessy and Michele for a hike in Sylvan, NC, about a 35-minute drive from our cabin, and so after a lazy Saturday morning I reluctantly set down my book and dragged my pregnant butt up a mountain. It was fabulous.
Friends Jessy and Michele from the top of Pinnacle.
A beautiful view of the Blue Ridge Mountains.
Me (25-weeks pregnant) and Brian at the top of the mountain.
The next morning we didn’t want to leave but coaxed ourselves into the car with promises of a greasy spoon breakfast in a genuine southern diner. As weekends tend to go, it was over too soon. But those 48-hours in the cabin helped to recharge my city-stranded soul.
Brian and his southern breakfast of biscuits and gravy, hash browns and fruit for good measure.
92 KOA Campground Rd in Cherokee, NC
Tent, RV and cabin spaces available.
Cherokee KOA is a great place for kids. Pets are allowed but must be on a leash.
Make sure to check out the nearby town of Cherokee, NC as well. It features a plethora of Native American craft shops, the Museum of the Cherokee Indian and the Oconaluftee Indian Village. The Great Smoky Mountains National Park is only 20 miles away and Gatlinburg, Tennessee, a popular tourist destination, is only 33 miles away.
We were guests at Cherokee/Great Smokies KOA but all view expressed here are my own.