Myron B. Hodge City Park

Even before the engine cuts, the soft hum of the Sopchoppy River slips through the trees, a dark ribbon threading past the edges of Myron B. Hodge City Park. The scent of damp earth and pine floats in the air as you roll onto grass that doubles as a driveway, wide enough if you take your turns slow. As the sun filters through the canopy, dappling the ground with light, you notice the modest cluster of RV sites and tent spaces arranged with a relaxed, unhurried rhythm. It's a place where the river’s calm presence sets the pace and the gentle murmur of paddlers and wildlife blends into the background chorus.

Morning here might start with a paddle from the boat launch that curves out into the Sopchoppy River’s slow-moving waters. Kayaks, canoes, and small fishing boats share the bend, edged by tree-lined banks perfect for spotting kingfishers or the occasional otter slipping into the current. A short bike ride or stroll brings you downtown to Sopchoppy’s handful of local highlights: Civic Brewing’s taps pour cold craft ales, and food trucks like Lex n Roll serve up sushi and Thai dishes, a surprising but welcome twist on camp meals. For a longer outing, the nearby Apalachicola National Forest offers miles of trails and waterways to explore.

The campground itself stretches across a well-kept lawn, shaded by mature trees with trimmed branches that give ample clearance for rigs. Sites cluster along grassy strips rather than paved pads, each equipped with water and electric hookups—50-amp service included—and some with sewer connections. Primitive campers find pockets of space to claim, with access to the pavilion’s clean showers and restrooms just steps away. Picnic tables and grills invite lingering dinners beneath the stars, while concrete walkways make evening strolls easy and pleasant. The hosts lend kayaks, and the dog-friendly policy means four-legged companions can join the riverfront adventures. Cellular service can be spotty, inviting visitors to lean into the slower rhythm here.

Evenings draw a quiet crowd, the river’s slow pulse mingling with the crackle of campfires and occasional laughter from the pavilion. The park’s familiar faces return year after year—especially for the Fourth of July fireworks that light the sky over the water. Myron B. Hodge isn’t flashy, but its steady charm and riverside calm keep campers coming back, a low-key retreat where the