This morning we had to wait for the slowest train in the world. It crawled at 3 MPH and squealed around the corner until they stopped it, disconnected the rest of the cars, moved it on by and let the 300 cars continue.
Poor Gary didn’t stop driving for 5 hours. I made lunch on the fly. One can do that with a motorhome, doncha know. No problems with the drive until we made a wrong turn at the ‘blinking light’. Ooops. We knew we had done it almost immediately. Now to find somewhere to turn around. Remember, we can’t back up at all with the toad on. I thought I saw a big parking lot at the Southeastern Guide Dog facility, but we asked someone coming out, and she said probably not and we were on a dead end street. Well, don’t panic. We unhitched the toad, backed Bella into the driveway and pulled her out facing the right direction. Meanwhile, I did a recon for the RV Park while Gary sat with the flashers on.
Joe was waiting in the golf cart to show us to our site – 67A –which is PERFECT!
We have a lovely breeze, leveled in 20 seconds – remember, Florida is FLAT – tire covers on, mat out, fixed the corner of our patio,
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