Never did like it when we had to change the time on the clocks! It’s not so bad in the spring – when we have more daylight in the evening so H and I can be outside longer – at HOME! We’ve never had to change them when we were on the road until now. And having to change clocks the night before moving day – is the worst-est!!! After tossing and turning we finally gave in and got up and hit the road an hour earlier than usual. The Sunday morning traffic up and around Orlando on RT 436 was not as heavy as it could have been if it were a Monday morning but it still took over an hour to leave Orlando in the rear view mirror.
It’s the last official weekend of Bike Week and the first official weekend of Spring Break in the 3 surrounding counties of Salt Springs including Marion County. H was concerned about getting a site in our favorite park so he had made a reservation for one night. Luckily, several folks had already left and we selected a better site with afternoon shade where we would stay for the week. Unfortunately – the site was near the bottom of the slope in the road and as usual the TV reception was sometimes here and sometimes not. Cell service was nonexistent but – hey – we are in the middle of a FOREST!
|Salt Spring Park|
Our days have passed quickly in spite of the iffy TV selection. Some evenings we got a LOT of knitting and reading done or even went to bed early – hoping to catch up on the time change loss of sleep. (It’s almost a week later and we are still tossing and turning) Monday was laundry day – the last time we’ll have to deposit quarters in a machine to get clean clothes back! Tuesday we drove to Ocala and enjoyed another fun meal with D&S at our favorite Logan’s Steakhouse. My dear sister has shingles –AGAIN. Luckily it was caught early and is being contained to one small area.
Wednesday was skeet shooting day in Palatka! My email to the “gang” had a delayed response back so our connection at the club was missed by a few hours. H did get to shoot with a fella from Massachusetts tho, before the day got too hot and muggy! Anytime we are in Palatka it is mandatory for us to have lunch at Corky Bells – Deviled Crab and Shrimp again! SO good! A ride thru downtown to see the new murals came next. On the way back south to the campground, we noticed smoke in the forest. It’s the season for “prescribed burns” to control the dead undergrowth and help prevent even worse forest fires. As we approached and were waved thru by a patrolman, fire trucks and more help were arriving. Then the road was closed! Right after we went thru!! Heavy, dark, rolling clouds of thick smoke began rolling across the road. H pulled off the side of the roadway a safe distance away and we watched the waves of choking smoke clog the land behind us. At times you could see the bright orange fire and at other times the smoke was so dark and so thick that you could not see the flashing lights of the emergency vehicles that were blocking the intersection!
Thursday was St Pat’s Day! Our Amaryllis sat on the BBQ grill and displayed her 3 Irish flags. A green shamrock hung from the arm of the awning! I wore green and even got to bake a brisket in the toaster oven on the picnic table. Drove the neighbors crazy! Cooked it low and slow – it was SO yummy! “Top O the Morning to yah!” was the greeting!
The springs have been peaceful all week and we’ve taken advantage of the warm weather and the cool water on several days. Our bikes have been up and down the roads and on paths that pass under a 200 yr old sprawling live oak! The weekend is here now so the younger folks have taken over! As Friday progressed the campsites filled in – all kinds of trailers have unloaded their bikes and grills and all shapes of tents have gone up. Then, what we first thought was a big diesel rig that had pulled in the park after dark turned out to be the biggest, bad-est tow truck that we have ever seen! H soon learned that a huge pickup truck camper (with a slide and full back awning) had been unloaded from its truck and one of the front jack stands had collapsed causing the camper to fall forward across the bed of the truck – trapping it underneath! He grabbed my hand and dragged me out of our trailer and up the dark road to inspect the commotion. As we went around the curve of our camp road – we saw THE brightest light! (Were we crossing over?) The tow truck had backed up at an angle to the camper in distress and had a huge crane hoisted up over and several very bright lights shining on it. There was strong sling under and around the damaged fiber glassed white box that still had 2 skinny support sticks attached to its lower backside. When the box was slowly lifted, the truck was removed. Raised a bit higher, the truck was gently backed in under it again, however, the angle of the parking pad was too steep. Finally, after several attempts, the air in the back tires was let out! H was satisfied that the outcome was going to be ok then, so we headed back to our site. It was well after the 11 o’clock news when we heard the tow truck rumble past our site on his way out