Stillwater reservoir has dozens of primitive sites, many with nice sand beaches. You could easily spend a week there, but you have to reserve your desired designated camp site in person at the launch site (not offered to reserve online).
Stillwater, with some luck, can be great. There are more coves and deep arms for sites off the main lake body. We have about half of the Stillwater sites graded with the same criteria format.
The downsides to Stillwater. It too can be crowded busy at the launch. It is motor-boatable, with what that brings to a crowded launch. It has fishermen; there are very few on Little Tupper.
And mostly it has (or had) a “reservation” system in which you chose a site at the launch, flip the site # tag from “unoccupied” to “occupied” and takes your chances site-sight unseen unless you had been there before.
Ying & yang Stillwater site story, and my worst and best motor boater experiences all in one afternoon.
Many (many) years ago we were at Stillwater with another family, four canoes, four adults, four very young bow paddlers. We flipped a tag, hoped for the best and paddled half way up the lake.
We were 100 yards from our selected site, four canoes strung out in an arrow line pointed directly at that site, when a motorboat with a three young couples blew past us, landed on the beach and hurriedly began unloading gear and coolers.
Paddling up I say “Ah, sorry, but we flipped the tag for #12”
Some bullpucky reply while continuing to quickly unload.
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No, this is Popple Point,
we flipped the tag before we left”, says I, looking at the map to be sure.
They did not respond and kept unloading. They had laid claim and were not budging.
Back to the launch we paddle. Flip another tag and hope for the best, an island site on the other shore. Paddle half the length of the lake again (3[SUP]rd[/SUP] time that day) and find a teeny, muddy site with room for a single tent.
WTF do we do now? We had passed a site on the other end the island, up on a high bluff. It was occupied, be we can paddle down and ask when they are leaving.
Friendly guy and his son camped there with a small motorboat hails us before we say a word. “Hey, we saw you paddle past, what’s up?” say he.
I explain that we’ve been up and down the lake thrice and are just wondering how long he is staying, ‘cause we need to find a site soon.
“Tell ya what, hop in my boat and I’ll motor you around to check some of the nicest sites on the lake”
He did, and there were some very attractive unoccupied sites.
“Lemme take you to one more, I think it is the nicest site on the lake”.
And it was.
“Ok” say he “Here’s what we’ll do. Motor back to the launch with me, flip the tag for #23 and I’ll run you back to the rest of your party in the mudpit”
15 minutes later we had flipped the tag for #23 and were back ready to paddle across the lake.
“Tell ya what, take yer time and paddle across. I’m gonna motor over to #23 and sit on the site ‘til you get there”
A day or two later we saw him again on his way out. Or he came over to see us. “Hey, I got a lot of ice left in the cooler. Do you want it?”
Gawd bless the motor boaters. Sometimes.