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Sunday 15, Can’t get out of my camper for the muddy lot, so I jump out our the camper door and land in the dry earth just a few feet away, or so I though! Later… a few folks found some pallets so we could step on to that. Office closed. So, tomorrow is another day! They said, you can go to the office tomorrow to check in… NP, I can do that!
Monday… I already said see if I check us in again! Found a bloody man lying in the street while onlookers waited for an ambulance! Bummed out for sure. Didn’t even know that one of them was the manager until after I gave up window shopping in the store and left. Saw her later walking toward the office and had to ask! She gave me a better lot, so moving time! Glad I didn’t get to settled in!
Tuesday… walked around and around and around the park to get my miles in! You know I like to walk! Hmmm, maybe, just maybe I can settle in here! I got my chance to walk almost 5 miles! All around the park, down to the dock, then out to Jakes Bar and Grill! Man O Man, they really do have COLD draft beer! No booze allowed in the Park, wonder if they know about my liquor cabinet? Ooops, did I say that!
Wednesday… I’m tired. Did nothing… Okay, I’ll be honest, I surfed the Internet, streamed tv, etc. etc. etc.
Thursday… Laundry day, back and forth, back and forth, back and forth! Walked the park after dark and thought, wow! These folks really do have an evening cocktail by the fire! When no one can see them of course!
Friday… Interesting, had a camper come in! Tried every which way but loose to get in that damn spot! Some old man whom I think is Grandma’s boyfriend directed him in the weirdest way how to get his TT in there and it worked, who would have thunk it! Overall, this place is so quiet that when you finely do hear a loud sound, you kinda jump out of your skin!
Saturday… It’s 7:05 am and suddenly… we are awaken with thundering sounds! Oh S@*t! I for one was not aware there was going to be this huge thunderstorm! John being the one who was a former captain of his own 31 footer, always watches the weather even today. He may no longer sail the Atlantic or Gulf of Mexico, but he’s still very much aware of the weather. We both jump straight out of bed in a mad rush to look out some damn window! What is going on? Oh, just your local garbage man picking up the weekly trash! Geez…
Sunday… to be continued…