The 4th of July was at this campground, this was where a beach was at our disposal and riding our bikes down a steep incline at 25 mph was just another Tuesday. Cole caught a lot of fish with his net, and dad crashed 2 planes, both in the same camping spot, 15 feet wide camping spot. 50 feet away. The irony is rich. The people we met were great and the fireworks were hardly seen but the experience of being at a beach abandoned by people seeing fireworks hundreds of feet away on the horizon, then 180 degrees guides us to the ginormous pine trees being lit up like a Christmas tree with thousands of fireflies was a highlight of the plain jane of a state - Ohio.