Well… we’re heading for Florida’s Skunk Ape Country starting tomorrow! We’ll nudge a little closer to the Everglades. We’re stopping less than half way there as we never travel all that far in a day anyway. Then, on to no mans land!

We hear there is Free Wi-Fi there! Can’t image that as last time we were in the Everglades, there was no signal to anything, nada nada nada!

L8RZ

Today Mom’s sisters Barbara, Linda, Linda’s husband Jeff and assorted children and the star of the show, Grandma Alice, came to visit.

As I’m sure you suspect, there’s a story.

Mom got a text from Barbara saying they’d show up here at Lake Louisa SP this evening. Not a clue of  actual what time, just in the evening.

So dinner had to happen fast. Have you tried to caramelize onions fast? Can it be done? Eventually we had onion soup, non-caramelized, complete with toasted and buttered baguettes. And it was mightily good, even if not caramelized. And in the process we burned the first batch of batch of baguettes, slopped butter on the backup baguettes and soldiered on.

Eventually we got a call from Barbara saying that the rangers wouldn’t let them into the park, which had closed about an hour earlier. They could sit in the parking lot but not enter. Mom’s not one to be easily deterred so she set off down the road. I’m a little more practical so I put out the fire, closed the door and grabbed a flashlight.

Lake Louisa ranger, whoever you are, when you learned that Mom was walking 3.5 miles down the road to see her family and let them in, may you be truly blessed.

We arrived at Lake Como Family Nudist Resort and Community and whatever else last week, and we’d forgotten what a noisy place it is.

Not that the resort is particularly noisy although the Butt Hutt is cookin’ along tonight; the entire area is really noisy.

We’ve been at the Grove out standing in our field, then we went to Carrabelle where the wind blew, then to Ochlokonee Bay where the wind didn’t blow, then to Sopchoppy where nothing blew or even moved, then down to Keaton Beach where the water at least sloshed. And now we’re in Land O’Lakes where there are screaming growling birds of the sky going in to TPA and CSX is still doing their best to warn against crossings. And fuckwads on motorcycles are peeling out to draw as much attention as they can while riceburner tuners make ’em sorta whine.

The sound of civilization I guess. I want my field back.