• Exactly what is a snow bird anyway!

    It’s amazing traveling full time in an RV! Just close all the shades, and you see home all around you. Open the shades and it’s a whole new world outside, and an all new adventure where the scenery changes every time you drive away. It’s not for everybody, but it works for us!

    No, we are not on the road 24/7, 12 months out of the year! Even we take a break. We like to settle down somewhere in the mountains where it’s cooler during the summer and you get a nice breeze! Then, during the winter when it’s colder, we head South, back home to Florida!

    We are sometimes referred to as Snow Birds! Exactly what is a snow bird anyway!

    According to Wikipedia, A snowbird is someone from the U.S. Northeast, U.S. Midwest, Pacific Northwest, or Canada who spends a large portion of winter in warmer locales such as California, Arizona, Florida, Texas, the Carolinas, or elsewhere along the Sun Belt region of the southern and southwest United States, Mexico, and areas of the Caribbean who head for warmer weather when it gets cold.

    Well… we’re from Florida! Just the opposite! We are residents of Florida, but travel North to get away from the heat of the sunny state of Florida. Where days can be a scorcher and the A/C Gods are your friend! Where a palm tree is your shade tree! Where the only place you can get a real breeze is at the beach! A place where someone is always trying to sell you something  because it is a tourist state.

    So, for us, we never really have to deal with too much heat or too much cold! So, are we snow birds? Maybe…

     

  • Carrabelle to Panacea

    Big move! Twenty miles!

    On Wednesday we made the move from Ho Hum up to Holiday Campground at Ochlokonee Bay. We just happily tootled and toddled up US 98, stopped at some stupid “Summer Camp” Seaside wannabe while Oreo visited the facilities.

    Those muthas are fairly quickly ruining “The Forgotten Coast” for all but the chosen few. A good hurricane will probably fix that.

    Back to tootling and toddling. We rattled across the Ochlockonee Bay bridge and spotted Holiday CG but I proceeded northward  because, you see, I had a plan. We saw the Two Blondes liquor store and the Big Top grocery and eventually got to my goal…Posey’s Steam Room!

    Posey’s is a dive Wakulla County beer bar, oyster bar and general fish house. I turned in, did a 50-point turnaround and parked.

    The Posey family has been in the Wakulla County seafood business since they were fishing from dugout canoes, and the food reflects that expertise. So then we burped our way down the road back to the campground.

    Thanksgiving day we did a turkey breast in the little Weber.  Big breast, little Weber. Big breast as in held up the lid of the little Weber. I knew a girl like that once but I digress. So we spatchcocked the already-spatchcocked  and the lid just rested on top.

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    The goal, mind you, was to smoke and roast the turkey breast because Mom HAD to have the traditional Thanksgiving. It was a new grill, not a low-temperature smoker, so of course the first thing is that the fire went out. Then got hot, reading HHH on  the thermometer, then went out again. We did that a time or two and, two hours later, pulled off a perfectly smoked, bronzed and moist turkey breast. It looked really weird laying there without legs or thighs, but it ate mighty good.

    The next day’s project was to have a walk. Not a normal walk, a Mom walk.

    So we went off over the river and through the woods, up US 98.  The first stop was the quick-rip at the corner of Mashes Sands road; we confirmed that they had the basics that might be required. The next stop was Tropical Trader Shrimp Company where we had breakfast at the crack of noon complete with draft beer, and the last stop was Two Blondes liquor store where we met one of the blondes.

    Fortified with fried mullet and booze, it was back to the campground.

     

  • Ho Hum RV Park, FL

    Ho Hum in unique in several ways.

    First of all, it’s right on St. George Sound and the Gulf of Mexico; you can park with your wheels literally  a few feet from the water. Without getting stuck.

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    Second, it’s a big lot paved with crushed shells/gravel with few trees and the sites are rather close together.

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    Third, no children are permitted, no exceptions. Which suits us mighty fine. That doesn’t mean that everyone’s an old fart. It just means for everyone’s sanity no children are permitted.

    Fourth, as the name Ho Hum implies, there are no activites or entertainment. None. You have to bring your own. Here’s Mom being inactive.

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    You can walk out on the pier and fish or watch the water slosh or you can walk down the narrow beach and watch the water slosh. Note the strenuous activities.

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    We’ll be back.