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Remember - when we move, we ALWAYS stop for breakfast on the
way. This day’s journey was 100 miles
so breakfast was a MUST! Steak and
Shake on the corner of I 95 and Fl Rt 60 fit the bill. We had just ordered and were beginning to
enjoy our first cup of coffee when H looked up towards the door and saw an
apparition! He thought he saw his Aunt
Ruth’s dear neighbor from down in Del Ray Beach! It was! We were not
anywhere near Del Ray Beach and Aunt R has been gone for at least a half dozen
years. But it was Sherrie! What a hoot! She and her friend ended up in the booth next to us and we spent
the next chunk of time reminiscing and telling stories on each other! I remember eating my breakfast and it was
good but I was too busy chatting to tell you what I had.
It was 69 degrees at 8 00am when we left Phipps Park in
Stuart - sunny and bright! By the time
we reached the edge of SE Orlando the sky was gray and the temps had dropped to
59 degrees. A sign of things to
come? Yes! More rain that night and next day and a heavy downpour and
thunderstorm clamored across the area later in the week. Between storms however, the week was
GORGEOUS! The little boat came off of
its pedestal on the top of the truck and we soaked up some sun and enjoyed the
calm waters of Lake Hart and then Lake Mary Jane! The gentle breeze was so light that the ripples on the lake were
no more than goosebumps on ones arm. We
crossed to the far side of Lake Hart and around the edge for a bit, enthralled
with the size of the new “castles” being erected on that shoreline, before
crossing back over and gliding thru the tall grass lined canal that fed into
the lake from Moss Park. The small
river/canal that divides the two lakes and cuts thru Moss Park is still lined
with the always present, droopy armed, moss ladened live oaks. The boat launch docks shone in the bright
sun while the rest of the canal resembled a jungle! Lake Mary Jane, on the other end, is the lake we see at the back
of our campsite and from the long fishing pier/dock that stretches way over the
swamp grass where the Sand Hill Cranes make their nests and hatch their
adorable chicks!
One day, we rode our bikes up to the front of the
campground. I was mailing Raegan’s
birthday card and H was heading off with his metal detector to look for more
“toys and trucks”. I noticed a white
motorhome that looked kind of familiar, parked by the gatehouse. A petite lady exited the gatehouse and
entered the rig. Now, I KNOW my eyes
were foggy but it sure looked like Bobbie – our dear friend whom we had met,
along with her husband Gene, in Moss Park – YEARS ago! Gene has since gone on to be with his Lord,
but we were to be meeting Bobbie for lunch when she was to be down visiting family. Instead of going to her daughter’s home –
she had chosen to come camp next to us!
Had we ridden our bikes 5 minutes earlier or 5 minutes later – we would
not have seen her then, and she may not have found us later! The 3 of us then called George, our other
dear friend who used to be the resident campground host and wildlife
photographer of Moss Park. He is now
wintering at another camp, so we all met for lunch at our favorite, Catfish
Place. B then picked up her sweet
granddaughter, Rachel and we 3 ladies got to spend some great “girl time”
together – knitting, playing cards, walking, collecting firewood and making
s’mores over a great campfire that H had built! On our last day together, H found the most remarkable vertical
spider web and the weirdest spider that we have ever seen! This strange little creature was black and
spotted on his front and legs but his broad half inch white back had red spikes
and looked like it had a black face painted on it. If George were here, he would know what it was!
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| Check it out ,one little spider |
