Working through raindrops

We pulled in our slides and unhooked from Site 233 between the rain drops, which were coming down quite heavily when we awoke this morning. "G" already had Ms. Parton attached to Allie, so we only needed to load the little Sentra before heading down the highway. We were finally able to get on the road about 11 am. In Romeo and Juliet, Shakespeare penned the famous line, "Parting is such sweet sorrow." Since the weather was so cloudy and wet, "parting" became slightly more bearable.

We will be spending the next two nights at KOA Savannah South, which is located in Richmond Hill, GA. We are both looking forward to checking out the historic city of Savannah, something I've been wanting to do for quite some time. "G" was able to get us tickets for a "hop on, hop off" trolley tour. It will make stops at many of the sights we wanted to see. A bus will even pick us up right at the KOA and drop us off at the end of the day.

Lucy has surprised us by adapting quickly to being back on the road for an extended period of time. She spent most of her time in the bed, in her carry bag or on my lap. She seemed only to get disturbed over rough roads, and I can't fault her for feeling that way, because it disturbed me too.

The weather forecast for Savannah is cloudy with temperatures in the 70°'s. We'll take it over cold and rain.

At 6 pm we finally pulled into KOA Savannah South. It is a lovely campground with paved roads and gravel sites. We were fortunate to have secured a pull-through for the next two nights. There is a nice in-ground swimming pool, but I don't think we will make any use of it. "G" already changed into jeans and a jacket to get us all hooked up and just started up the furnace to get the chill out. Besides the rain, the temp is down to 59°, which for us, after coming off of high 80° weather in Clermont, is chilly. 

The on and off rain that has followed us up I-95 all day has started to become more serious now, thus preventing a walk around the campground. 

Dinner is ready, plans for tomorrow's foray into Savannah shall begin soon and an early bedtime will be the order for the night.

Deep thought for the day:  Home is wherever your bowl of cat food gets filled. ~  Lucy Smith

Welcome to the Sunshine State, but please pardon the clouds...

We pulled out of Brunswick, Georgia this morning, leaving behind a beautiful sun-shiny day. It was a terrific day to travel down the I-95 corridor to Daytona. The only traffic we encountered was in Jacksonville, and that didn't last for too long of a time. The whole trip was a straight line...no hills, dips, valleys or cliffs, much different than our Virginia drive.

Blue skies and signs for Daytona!

The further south we got, from the time I snapped the above photo, the denser and darker the clouds became. For the next two days we will be camped at Daytona Speedway KOA, which is located just off of I-95 and 7 miles from an airport! The constant hum and whooshes of traffic sounds are never-ending, and the roar of jet planes will be a new experience for us. Eventually, we will get used to the sounds and not even notice them. I hope. 

Lucy has made it perfectly clear that she does not like it here. At the sound of the fIrst tractor trailer that rumbled by, her eyes opened wide and she ran under the covers. She did travel very well this trip, only coming out twice to express her displeasure of being on the move, but she quickly settled down and finally acquiesced.

The staff here are very friendly and courteous. The site we are in is very close to not only 95, but a major road. The site, itself, is quite nice. It has a gravel pad, small picnic table, fire pit, park-style bench and plants. If it were summer, we would be afforded the shade of a tree draped with Spanish moss. There is a huge Farmers' Market across the road, within walking distance, but we will unfortunately have to miss out since we are leaving before the weekend. I would have liked to have stocked up on some nice fresh fruits and vegetables.

Space 181

Our little patio area...

I don't think I would stay here again due solely to the noise, but it shall suffice for this trip.

Deep thought for the day:  No matter where I am or what the environment is, once I enter Allie with "G" and Missy Miss, I'm home sweet home. 

From "Peachy-Keen" to " Rotten Tomato"

Sunday, December 28th turned out to be the best weather-day of our trip. Temperatures reached 81° and the sun was shining down from blue skies. One couldn't ask for a more beautiful day.

Unfortunately, we were unable to enjoy any of it, because at 3 AM, I suddenly and fiercely, came down with the flu. I felt as if I were simultaneously stuck in a freezer and hit by a Mac truck. The body aches were unbearable, even my eyeglasses hurt my nose and ears. Light, of any kind was painful, and I could not stop shivering for hours. I had those cartoon-type teeth chattering chills.

We were scheduled to spend another day here, but in another site, because the place is packed and there is a big rally just starting. So, timing became a priority. I needed medical assistance and the rig needed to be moved. Poor "G" had the job of juggling all the balls alone. 

Luckily, we found a terrific urgent care facility, ERgent Med 1 and was treated by a very competent Physicisn's Assistant and nurse. I really lucked out, because having Type 1 Diabetes and receiving treatment in "foreign territory" can be tricky. I can't praise this place enough and would highly recommend it to anyone if they find themselves in this area and not feeling well. I was diagnosed with the flu and dehydration and sent home after two bags of IV fluids.

"G" proved to be quite the caretaker, by searching for a pharmacy that had Tamiflu, preparing me the best Lipton Noodle Soup (with extra noodles), preparing dinner and hot teas, sanitizing and changing out the sheets. I slept through most of all he did.

Today, it feels as though a week has passed instead of just one day. I awoke to no sun, all clouds and cooler temps, but feeling more like myself. "G" decided we both needed a day to recoup before completing the journey into Florida, so he booked us another night her, but, guess what?  Yup, we have to relocate again. "G" thinks this place may have contacted the girls at Croton Point Park Office and were told to keep moving us from site to site. Lol

As pretty as this place is, and even though I would stay here again, I don't think my personal rating will be a 5+due to a couple of reasons. We are located just of I-95 and you can hear the constant hum of traffic, especially at night. Now that we are in an interior site, I feel a bit claustrophobic. I miss my big messy trees at Croton Point Park where you can enjoy the shade and nature. Here, you can hear conversations from neighboring RVs as if they were sitting in the room with you, and Ihaven't seen a bird or squirrel yet. I'm beginning to think I may prefer National, State and County parks. We shall see.

Tomorrow's destination will remain TBD for now. We may head to either Bay Lakes Resort in Polk City, or a campground in the Daytona Area. We won't plan this time, as much as just go with the flow.

Deep thought for the day: Just like in baseball, when you get up to bat, you get a chance to hit a single, double, triple or home run. You can also pop out or strike out. If you end up doing the latter, you will usually have another chance to get on base in the next rotation. Living an RV life, if you don't make it to your next destination as planned, you just need to wait for the next opportunity to come around. I'm always rooting for a homer, but will deal with strike outs if necessary!  vc

Reached Georgia-and it's peachy keen!

We were able to clock over 250 miles today and we have landed in another RV park of "G's" choosing. This time, he apparently did his homework and we are hooked up in the best campground thus far. It will rate a 5+ star.  We have a pull-through site at the end of the main road leading into the grounds and we overlook a pond, shuffleboard courts and indoor pool.  The roads are blacktop and the sites are cement pads with grass, patios, BBQ grills, shrubs a picnic table, wifi and cable. There are Crepe Myrtle bushes dividing the spaces, thus affording nice privacy.

Parked in site 210

Our patio, picnic table and grill

All-in-one hook-up station

Looking up from our site

When we checked in, we were given wifi access codes and a television directory! One of the many challenges of RV life is finding your favorite TV shows when you want to put your feet up at the end of the day. The directory will save time and prevent frustration. We will be spending the night and possibly tomorrow here, at Coastal Georgia RV Resort, in Brunswick, GA. We will definitely stop over here in the future.

The ride from Swamp Fox was mostly smooth sailing, but we did have a rubber-necking bottle-up at one point, which caused about a 45 minute delay. 

Bumper-to-bumper traffic due to rubber-necking

For our travel day, we were afforded a bright, sunny day with temperatures gradually warming up from 34° to 67° as we headed south. First, the gloves came off, then the jacket, the windows were opened and then the fans were put to use. It is such a great feeling to be wearing less clothes and breathing fresh air!

When we stopped for gas, we were surprised to find it prices at $2.49 per gallon. We had seen signs earlier and later boasting a $1.99 price, but we figured $.50 per gallon wasn't going to change our life-style all that much.

Tonight, we shall unload the Sentra and go out to dinner and the supermarket to stock up on a few essentials for the next few days.

Lucy began the first half of the trip rather disconcerted, but she gave up complaining around the SC/GA border. Now, she is very content looking out the screen door. Something she hasn't been able to do for a long time.

Unhappy kitty

Deep thought for the day: "If, at first, you don't succeed (in finding a good spot for the night), try, try, try again."* Good thing "G's" second try hit the mark.  I'm not sure I would have given him many more attempts after Swamp Fox!

*While William Edward Hickson (January 7, 1803 – March 22, 1870), is credited with promoting this proverb, its origin has actually been traced back to the writings of Thomas H. Palmer.in his 'Teacher's Manual' and 'The Children of the New Forest' by Fredrick Maryat.

I'd like to set the record straight, that Hickson is credited yet Palmer coined it...:

'Tis a lesson you should heed:

Try, try, try again.

If at first you don't succeed,

Try, try, try again.