When your here you are in the country. The sweet tea will be good The biscuits will be great . The bbq is good you can even get sushi but campgrounds are few and far between. That being said I loved it. It never hurts to be where they let you pick a spot and use a honor box. Embrace the rustic and enjoy Mississippi the way it really is. read more

It does not help that the Shiloh Military Park near the Tennessee/Mississippi border is so poorly served in terms of their RV parks. As the nearest state run park operated on a first-come first serve basis only, and because I was unwilling to drive 160+ miles in my RV only to find all camping spots were taken, I decided to try for the nearest private RV park, where reservations (theoretically) would be accepted. The following review is based on 10 minutes I spent at this remote private-RV-campground-cum-gun club four miles outside of Corinth, MS (and a full 28 miles from the Shiloh Military Park--did I mention the park is poorly served in terms of RV camping?). But after 10 minutes of inspection I left the park hurriedly with my woman-traveling-alone-danger-sense sizzling. This private park is inconveniently far out of town, so any supplies you need such as ice or food, you need to get while in town. There is no campground store. I could not get the owner to return my phone calls, either a month or a day before my arrival, and when I arrived in mid-afternoon there was no one on duty, and no instructions about what to do. The park consisted of 10 or 12 sites carved out of a raw dirt hillside with no shade whatsoever. I could see no shower house nor other facilities. One elderly gentleman (one of only two RVs in the whole park) was kind enough to talk to me. He told me there were some possible shaded sites down in one direction, and that I could leave cash payment at a little hut in the opposite direction. The shaded sites appeared to be down a dirt track into an obscure corner of the property, and I couldn't see the little hut. He said the owner lived up the hill and I could call him. While the man was kind to speak with me, the feeling I had of the campground was one of desolation, unrelieved sunshine, no amenities, and nothing to do. Sitting outside the RV was unthinkable, and what could I do and where could I go anyway? And maybe I'm a 21st century wimpy type but having a gun club 25 feet away sort of gave me the creeps. I just couldn't imagine staying there overnight. read more