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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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