Up North

10 days in peaceful Petasega County Park!  Petasega sits on the SE edge of beautiful Pickerel Lake, which is one of the lakes included in the Inland Water Route that runs from Cheboygan on the east to Crooked Lake on the west! (Here it is – See Previous Michigan Blogs!)  10 days nestled in the cooling shade of the woods that cover the rolling hills of the “Tip of the Mitten” of Michigan!  AND - 10 days with no TV reception!  Lots of knitting and reading each evening until H could find a VCR at some resale store!  10 warm days of visiting with friends, exploring, fishing and boating!

One day we had the boat on Pickerel Lake when the ominous dark clouds slid in over the lake.  We hurriedly headed for the boat launch!  As soon as we had the cover back on the boat, up in the parking lot of the park – the sky opened up and it poured!  No problem – the day was still young so we headed for Petosky to hunt for H’s VCR.  Our hometown neighbors – Tom and Chris were up camping in the area so we located their trailer and left a message since they didn’t stay home during the rainstorm either.  A few days later, they came to visit us at Petasega.

One morning we headed out to the small tourist town of Indian River for breakfast and then north to Mackinaw City.  The sun was high and the white caps that dotted the blue water were rolling in to the gravel beaches as we watched the geese bob along in the waves.  The magnificent “Mighty Mac” was standing tall against the clear noontime sky as the steady stream of cars and trucks cautiously crossed the 5-mile length of the bridge. The streets and stores were busy with tourists.  Back down the eastern coast of the “mitten” we stopped in Cheboygan for a fish dinner at Alice’s Restaurant.  We cruised the main roads to see what, if anything, had changed since our last visit.   Not much!  As always we revisited the local “junk” store and low and behold – there was the VCR that H had been hunting for!  And the remote was with it!  He even picked up some new movies to watch!

H’s favorite thing to do while in this area is to run the Inland Water Route!  The Tracker sliced thru the quiet waters of Pickerel Lake and Crooked Lake, thru the small lock on the Crooked River, thru Alanson and under its famous one lane swing bridge.  Crooked River is just that – and H took full advantage of the lack of boat traffic as he slid around ALL the curves and we watched as the boat’s wake slapped both shorelines behind us.  As we crossed Burt Lake the wind picked up but we were traveling with it, so our crossing was easy and we found our way into the busy, narrow Indian River that was now congested with slow

Downtown Indian River

moving boats.  Making a U turn in the strong currant and traffic was no easy feat but H maneuvered his craft around and we secured it to the dock in the shade under the bridge.  Ice cream was the target and after we had devoured our sweet treats we wandered out onto the pedestrian bridge that crosses the river right next to the vehicle bridge.  It’s another great place to watch folks and their boats as they travel up and down the river!  Our journey’s turn around point was the bridge for I 75 and we

Crossing under I-75

reversed our route back towards camp.  We crossed Burt Lake, this time heading into the wind and the ride was rougher than the first.  H kept checking his GPS and the depth finder.  Double click on the picture and you’ll see that the lake at that point was 45 ft deep!

Our dear friends, Mel and Donna are a MUST whenever we are this far north.  It’s always fun to zigzag thru the back roads to the shore of Paradise Lake and their log home with the bright red roof!  Our 2^nd get together was at our place and the baby back ribs H grilled over the campfire were     delicious!

H even got to go shoot skeet!  We found the Emmet County Sportsman’s Club, north of Harbor Springs and east of Good Hart on W Robinson Rd.  It is listed as “Northern Michigan’s Premier Shooting Facility!  And it is!  They have a really nice clubhouse, staffed by extremely helpful folks and free coffee and rolls for shooters (and those that accompany them!).   They told H that he would be shooting with a very good shooter but wouldn’t you know it – H shot a perfect round and beat him!   To celebrate his score, we enjoyed lunch at the Polish Kitchen in Harbor Springs!

Harbor Springs and Petosky are always fun to visit and “explore”!  There are plenty of city parks right on the waterfront, public boat launches with tables and benches in the shade to rest on and to people watch.  In Petosky we finally stopped at the high scenic overlook to take in the expanse of the bluest water and the busy harbor with the lighthouse that guards it.  Out on the breakwall to the lighthouse, the local teens were showing off and doing diving tricks into the deep clear cool water below.

Yes, we did fish and yes, H did catch several walleye (aka pickerel) right out on Pickerel Lake in front of Petasega!  And yes – they were delicious!  He even had a huge bass but it spit out the lure right as he got close to the boat. 

Camp Petasega

This trip seems like our trips to Florida because now it’s time to move on to another new campground and another part of this northern adventure!

To Northern Michigan

Do you realize that I 75 has a lock at one end – the Soo Locks in Sault Saint Marie Michigan and keys at the other end – a whole string of them just south of Miami Florida!  Go ahead – get out your U.S. map and see for yourself!  Last winter in Florida, H and I passed over or under that hectic, traffic jammed roadway a lot and managed to stay off of it as much as possible.  Heading north into the tip of the mitten of Michigan we tried to do the same - until we reached Grayling Michigan.  In the highway’s defense – that section of cement north of Grayling and south of the city of Mackinaw, is the prettiest stretch in the entire 1700 miles of it!

In order to stay off of either I 75 OR US 23 we chose to drive state roads that led north on our annual trip “up north” - especially since H and I had our own wagon train going – him in the truck, pulling the trailer and me in the minivan with the boat.   Rt 50 is dotted with small farming towns and the Victorian town with an Indian name – Tecumseh.  Rt 52 is lined with farm fields and small towns w/names like Chelsea and Stockbridge.  A left turn onto Rt 21 in Owosso, led to gently rolling hills and an easy traveling expressway - US 127.  Farmlands gradually gave way to tall pine forests!

Higgins lake south beach

Just south of where US 127 joins with I 75 are two of the prettiest and largest lakes in the state of Michigan.   Houghton Lake is Michigan’s largest inland lake checking in with over 22,000 acres of water and is over 5 miles wide in some areas.  Higgins Lake, just to the north, is somewhat smaller at only 3 miles wide, but has clear blue water and has been proclaimed by National Geographic Society as the 6^th most beautiful lake in the world!  We parked for 2 nights at the West Houghton Lake Campground, which is a Passport America campground.  The “facilities” are old but used to be kept up much better. The road needed grading, the grass needed cutting and the “facilities” needed cleaning!  Neither H nor I remembered smelling so much sulfur in the water before!  We spent our two hot afternoons, out exploring the circumference of both lakes with stops at most of the small township parks and the 3 state parks – 1 on Houghton and 2 on Higgins.   On future visits – either the north or the south state parks on Higgins would get our votes!

Boat ramp at Houghton lake

On our only morning there and before the heat of the day set in, we slid the boat in the water at the DNR boat launch that was across from the campground and cruised by the cottages and homes along the waters edge. The waters were calm in the bays on the south side of the lake so it was a nice ride.  Part of the time we trolled for whatever fish might choose to sample the generic taste of the rubber lures we tossed out over the water.  Only one lunk of an underwater creature latched onto my lure.  It hit like a big dead log and never fought until I had it almost to the boat.  It was no bass.  And it was not a feisty bluegill either.  I had hooked a 20-inch, toothy pike and H does NOT like pike in his boat!  He slid my knitted water bottle sleeve over his hand, grabbed the fish right behind its ugly head, carefully removed the hook from its mouth full of sharp teeth and then quickly flipped that slimy thing back into the water!

Thursday morning we packed up and hit the road early so we could meet my high school friends, Glenn and Beth for breakfast!  We entered I 75 just south of Grayling and exited at Waters, which is the exit just south of Gaylord.  Traffic was light, the scenery was gorgeous, the sky was blue and the sun was shining!  No more WJR out of Detroit on the radio so one of my favorite CD’s was playing!  We made a right turn at the exit and then an immediate left turn into the sprawling parking lot of our usual meeting place – the Hilltop Restaurant.  Good food and great conversation followed with a promise of getting together again before we headed back home.   Then it was back in the vehicles for the last leg of our road trip to Petasega Campground on Pickerel Lake! (See Previous Michigan Blogs!)  

June Update

It’s Summer 2016!   And – Papa’s got a brand “new” toy!   In past summer’s blogs, H had a 1985 Citation I/O boat that he’s had for the last umpteen years.  He sold it last fall and with his back getting as grouchy as he is, he also sold his small fiberglass fishing boat this spring, because it needed a good tug on the starter rope and a stronger back to adjust the 15 hp Honda engine that powered it.  The newest occupant of the now emptier garage is a 2001 Tracker V16 with a 40 hp Mercury engine.  As in “olden days” when our kids were young – we are now “Gone Fishing” at least one day a week! The second week he owned it we drug both it and the trailer up to a favorite chain of lakes and Angel Cove Campground in Coldwater Michigan.  The boat worked well and we could squeeze thru/under almost all of the low/narrow bridges and culverts that we could with the smaller boat!  H was happy!  A stop in Hillsdale Michigan and Baw Beese Lake topped off the venture and the fishing was good besides!  Too bad that Michigan law says that Bass must be 14 inches to keep since all of ours were 12-13 inches!!  Some really good fillets got slipped back into the water that day!

The boat was backed into the garage and the van was backed out for our hasty jaunt to Branson Missouri on Tues, June 14^th.   Evansville Indiana, down on the Ohio River, was our first nights stop over.   After unloading our suitcases at the motel we headed “downtown” and the river to do some local exploring. We found the massive 1888 Vanderburgh County Courthouse right away and were so impressed that the folks there have preserved it so well – not like some other towns who have demolished and then rebuilt a modern block of blah for their official buildings.  It was after we got home and did some research that I found out that both Harry Truman and John F Kennedy both used the courthouse steps during their presidential campaigns!  And, that grand lady was no longer being used as a courthouse but was now offices and venues for parties. Oh well. 

Evansville In.    -    Ohio River

Driving up and down the riverfront, we found the Casino, a little park that encased several old restored railroad trestles, the Evansville built WWII landing vessel – the LST325 that landed on Omaha Beach on D-Day, and 

wonderful views of downtown Evansville and it’s major mode of river transportation – the river barges!

Wednesday morning we crossed over the corner of Kentucky and the bottom edge of Illinois and wound up on the very scenic, VERY winding RT 160, heading west in Missouri!  It was hot when we left Michigan and got even hotter every day.   H selected a motel as soon as we arrived and we set off to go explore the local area and get acclimated – of course in the comfort of the air-conditioned minivan!  The traffic on the main thoroughfare was hectic and the heat made it worse. Neon lights, resorts, theaters touting famous past entertainers and even the Titanic and King Kong lined the way!  Historic downtown was crowded and too hot to do much exploration by foot.  We did check out the new Bass Pro Shop, which was right on the riverfront!  The waterfront had plenty of seating areas for people to watch the delightful dancing fountains that lit up at night!

Fish Hatchery

Thursday morning H chose to go find Table Rock Lake and the mammoth dam that holds it all back.  Right over several hills (they’re not big nuff to call mountains!) and about 6 miles from town sits the Table Rock Dam and the Shepherd of the Hills (see!!) Fish Hatchery, that sits at the bottom of the huge cement spillway.  We toured the hatchery and the adjoining nature center – just in time to watch several snakes devouring their breakfasts of whole (thankfully - already dead) mice.  Ugh!!!   I do have pictures but H said it was not appropriate to put them on the blog.

  We located all the best viewing sites - both on the river below and the sprawling lake above.  We found the boat launches, the marina, the campgrounds, the visitor center and its 3 story tall overlook!  Back in the van we ventured out again to see if we could drive around at least part of the lake and find the bridge that cuts it in half at Kimberling City. We stopped for lunch at a small conglomerate of businesses all in one building that had a restaurant and enjoyed greasy but good Reubens!  The owner of the store came over to chat and told us she was from St Joe Michigan, which is across the state from us!

Temps in Branson reached a scorching 101 while we were there so the decision was made to head back home.  We avoided RT 160 but chose Rt 60 instead – a bit farther north but a much more level path!  In one small farming town, with the help of a mailman who was walking his route, we found Clarks -a small local eating place right on the town square!  Such a breakfast!  Fit for a hard working farmer!  Instead of toast we were served biscuits, swimming in a large bowl of fresh hot sausage gravy!  And then she brought out the eggs, sausage, and potatoes!

Before we exited Missouri, we hesitated in Cape Girardeau to see the historic downtown area and the floodgates that protect the town from the Mississippi river when she floods.  The massive walls were decorated from end to end with vibrant murals that depict the town’s history.  The courthouse sits up the hill – 3 blocks from the riverfront!   Time to move on and cross the mighty river once more – on across southern Illinois and then Indiana.  Our final motel stop was just north of Evansville again and then came the hard push to get home Saturday evening.

Our annual “Up North” trip is coming up soon!     Chores to do before we pack up and pull out!   See you then!

Almost Back Home

As we headed north up Rt 19, we passed the area of the “prescribed burn” that I wrote about last time.  The charred black trunks of once green pine trees lined the roadway, their feet in a mangled mess of burned undergrowth.  On the east side of the road was another area of blackness where the intense fire jumped the highway but must have been quickly contained.  Thankfully, as in other areas of burn, the healthy trees are not killed and will return to being tall and stately – just with black trunks. In coming years the fern will return to the forest floor in welcoming shades of bright green!

Ocean Pond is a small campground in the middle of the Osceola National Forest and we were both looking forward to visiting a new campground, a new lake and a new forest.  That’s all we got – a drive thru visit.  The small, way back in the woods campground was full!  This campground has no phone other than the main National Forest phone number which was never answered so we had no way of knowing ahead of time.  All of the state parks in the area were full also.  It’s Spring break time in Florida!

 We had plenty of daytime left, so we headed for Georgia.  Northern Florida and southern Georgia look the same – especially in the spring when the azaleas and redbud are in full bloom!  Instead of the blackened roadways in the forests of Florida, these roads were dressed in light mauves with bright corals and pinks dotting yards and woods.  Sugar Mill RV Campground is located just north of the picturesque town of Thomasville and was our home for the night.  When I opened up the back blinds of the trailer, the view was of bright pink azalea blooms! 

F.D.R. Little White House

Our second stop on this trip north was Georgia’s biggest state park - FD Roosevelt State Park in the rugged hills and valleys of Pine Mountain. This 9000-acre park and surrounding area was a favorite spot for President FDR to visit and enjoy while being drawn to the health benefits of the nearby warm springs.  The large stone lodge at the park was built in 1938 by the CCC and sits atop the ridge with a commanding view of the world that lies at its feet.  Roosevelt was fond of Dowdells Knob on the other side of the ridge for his picnics and it rises 1400 ft above the valley below.

Roosevelt’s “Little White House” was built while he was still Governor of New York but was his retreat when he was the 33^rd President and suffering from the effects of polio.  The Museum houses artifacts of his life, including his original wheel chair and leg braces that he helped design.  There are two cars on display.  One is a custom built 1940 pale yellow Willys Roadster convertible built by the Willys Overland Co of Toledo Ohio for then President Franklin D Roosevelt for his 59^th birthday in 1940.  Its serial number is: 440-29021!  The other is his 1938 Ford convertible with hand controls!  Once thru the museum, the large round garden with its tall fountain, and walkways, shows the way to the cluster of small white buildings beyond.   On the right are the servant’s quarters, with the garage below and on the left side is the matching square guesthouse.  The small white cottage sits on the edge of the small wooded hill and inside we saw where FDR held his “fireside chats”.   On April 12, 1945, while sitting for his portrait, he suffered a massive stroke and passed away shortly thereafter.  That famous “Unfinished Portrait” is housed in a small building near the cottage.  Nearby the complex are the warm springs that drew him to the area. Georgia’s largest and most famous warm springs delivered 914 gallons of 88 degree water to a catch basin below the buildings.  Today the pools are empty and just one small cement incased area has the warm mineral water bubbling up out of it.

 Not too far from the town of Warm Springs we even found the Red Oak Creek Covered Bridge, built in 1840 by freed slave and noted bridge builder Horace King.  It is the oldest and longest wooden covered bridge in Georgia!

Cloudland State Park Ga.

Our last stop in Georgia was Cloudland Canyon State Park for 2 more nights on our voyage home.  This was our 2^nd visit to this mountain top park with its awesome cliff-side views of the waterfalls and vistas beyond.   A return trip to Battle of Chattanooga National Park was required and the same queasy feeling of being too close to the edge returned to the pit of my stomach as we dared walk along and read the markers that described the battle that took place on that high point above the Tennessee River.  Down at the rivers edge we explored downtown Chattanooga for the first time and followed the river along its 13-mile long Riverwalk Park.

I 75 across Tennessee included an extensive delay on Jellico Mountain followed by lunch at Golden Girls in Clinton with my oldest son and a stay at Kentucky Horse Park in Lexington, Kentucky filled our next day and night.  Our very last night on the road north was at Deer Creek State Park just SW of Columbus Ohio!  A visit with H’s daughter, husband and 2 of their 3 sons was the BEST part of that stop over!  Easter dinner at the lodge, overlooking the still partially empty lake, listening to the hopes and plans of our two almost grown grandsons was the highlight of the last leg of our long trip home!

Back at Salt Spring

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

The weather had cooled and has gotten “damp”.  Spring has been in Florida for the last few weeks but the calendar is officially announcing it in the morning.  It’s time for us to move farther north.  Ocean Pond in the Osceola National Forest is next.

Orlando Area

Camping at Moss Park is like having one big scavenger hunt!   Deer? Check!   Turkey? Check!  Sherman Squirrels? Check!  Armadillo? Check! Big Black Snake? Check!  Songbirds? Check!  Sandhill Cranes? Check!  Sandhill Babies?  CHECK!!   Last year the babies arrived as scheduled but sadly, they only made it thru that first night.  This year the parents brought their new chicks by as soon as we were parked for us to admire and take too many pictures.   Both chicks peeped and eagerly accepted food delivered to them by the long powerful beaks of both parents.  The two babies survived life in the park for almost a full week – until one morning Mom and a very disheveled Dad showed up for their morning stroll with only one child.   In its one week of life the oversized golden chick grew to twice its original size.  It’s neck and legs also doubled in length, which now made it look more like a Sandhill.

We don’t normally “move” on a Friday and when we arrived, the campground was filling up.  We managed to secure the last site on the outside of the campground loop.   Moss Park is on a lake but most campsites are in fairly dense cover and the lake is hard to see thru the trees.  Each sunset, the deer crept across the back of our site on their evening search for food. 

Every day there were myriads of songbirds flitting from branch to branch as they sang their sweet songs.  H was reclining in his chair with his book in hand when one even landed on his extended foot before hopping down to explore the rug for some tiny, tasty morsel.

And we finally got to see the launch of the SpaceX rocket!  We rode our bikes down to the long fishing pier that stretches out into Lake Mary Jane just a few minutes before the launch was to take place.  At first it was just a bright ball of light that rose above the tree lined shoreline to the east, but as it went up across the rose colored sunset sky you could easily see the jet trails extending back to earth.   Then the satellite and rocket separated and you could see each go it’s own way.   As the darkness seeped in, we rode our trusty little bikes back to our site and reminisced about the NASA Space Shuttle launch we had seen at this same park when we were still camping in the pick up truck camper!!   Now, that was a long time ago!

The only thing our Moss Park scavenger hunt was missing was George – our dear friend from upstate NY who used to be the campground host/wildlife photographer here in Moss Park.  He retired and had moved to another campground.  He endured a massive heart attack while up in NY last summer.  We drove to our favorite St Cloud restaurant, The Catfish Place, and met him for lunch.  His recovery is coming along a little at a time but as it is with most men – slowly is frustrating.

There is always something new in Orlando to go find and explore.   Last year we found the Orlando Eye – the 400 ft tall Ferris wheel.  This year it is open and the large passenger capsules were going up and around very, VERY slowly to afford the best views of Orlando and surrounding landscape.  Also open were the Wax Museum and Orlando Aquarium.  The sides and the back of the main building were covered with oversized murals of various Disney characters including Shriek and Fiona!  Besides the mandatory fast food restaurants and sweet shops there were bright flower gardens and tall dancing fountains.

The main reason for our venture out that day was to find the “new” Disney Spring.   From the Orlando Eye location, the GPS led us south and we ended up at the “old” Downtown Disney!   Go figure!   A massive new multi leveled parking garage came complete with LED lights that directed us to available parking spots. The lights turned from green to red once we were securely parked!   This new and improved shopping and dining complex had greatly increased the space of the old Disney Downtown!  Besides new bridges that crossed over the small lake, one high-end restaurant called The Boathouse even had a dockside bar with a dozen or so beautifully restored Chris Craft boats and other exotic 1940 runabouts sitting in individual lifts along side the docks.  Nearby, there was even a new “boat” ride, which featured at least 6 restored 1961 to 1968 Triumph Amphicars!   These brightly colored fun vehicles were lined up behind each other as they were driven up out of the water.  As needed, the “captain” would fetch the next vehicle and drive it up the ramp to a big cement turntable.   Once turned around and facing the ramp that led back to the water, the “captain” would allow his life jacketed passengers to enter the open topped car and they would proceed down the ramp and into the water, where it became a boat!  A trip around the lake and the procedure would be repeated again with new passengers.

Now it is Saturday night.  The awning is rolled up and the rug is folded up!   Sunday morning is once again time to move.   Our next site where we’ll put the jacks down is back in our favorite Salt Springs!   YES!   Our clocks have                                                                                already been changed –                                                                                  SpringUp!

Long Point & Manatee Hammock

The truck is pointed north.   Are we going home?   Not today!  Our next destination was just up the road about 80 miles to the outer barrier island that protects the mainland and the city of Sebastian.  Long Point County Campground is on the opposite side of the channel from Sebastian Inlet State Park.  We were here last year- just a few weeks earlier in February when the temps were much lower and the wind much stronger.  This time we parked on the western side of the island facing Sebastian and only 6 feet from the waters edge! (H said to be sure to mention that the last 4 out of 5 campsites have been “waterfront” and 3 of those have been on an island!) Due to the recent rains, several campsites needed attention since RV’s were getting stuck in the mud and digging deep ruts trying to get themselves out.  Our site was one of them so we patiently waited while our site was turned into a beach due to all the sand that was dumped and then leveled out!

Our first visitor was a bright white Great Egret that didn’t say much but the look in his eye said he was looking for a handout!  Each day he strolled slowly past our little spot by the water – just in case we changed our minds. Out on the tiny island across the way pelicans rested before they went out fishing again.  And the sunsets were gorgeous from our little beach, too!

Last year we attempted to walk the sandy shores at Wabasso Beach Park (where the seagull stole my ice-cream!) but couldn’t because all the Tonka trucks on steroids were moving monstrous mounds of sand from one end of the beach to the other.  This year the huge yellow trucks were gone – replaced by beachgoers, sunning themselves near brightly colored umbrellas while frothy aqua waves slid up on the white sand in front of us. 

Back up at the public access parking lot near our park, H suggested we walk the “half-mile” of beach, back up to the long fishing jetty on the north side of the state park.  That half-mile turned out to be MUCH longer!  The soft, deep, damp sand was like walking a mile in foot deep soggy wet snow in those heavy snowmobile boots that we used to wear!   Flocks of jabbering gulls and terns gathered and played leapfrog out in front of us – taunting us as we struggled on!  But we made it and the cool, shaded, upstairs porch of the multi facility building by the jetty allowed us to catch our breath and soak in the scenic view of the ocean and inlet before our return walk back to the truck – on the wide, level, cement walk that followed along the road!

Two nights and we moved north again – up A1A, past Melbourne Beach, Cocoa Beach and around and past Port Canaveral to Titusville.   John Prince is a Palm County park.  Long Point, and Wickham Park in Melbourne, are both Brevard County Campgrounds.  The third Brevard County Park is Manatee Hammock, which was our home for 2 more nights.  Our site was spacious and surrounded by pine trees.  Out the back window we could see Ron from WP Franklin and his little single person trailer in the next row over!  Coffee and conversation got us caught up with each other’s travels over the last month.

 It was a short walk to the bathhouse from our site.  On the way was a dead palm tree, which neither of us paid much attention to.  After all – it was just a dead tree!  Then I really looked at it - - it had a face!  And the face came with a set of big white teeth.  Look closer – it had something in its teeth.  Should we tell him he had some meat stuck in his tooth?

Rusty’s Seafood Restaurant, on the waterfront in Port Canaveral, is always a favorite for lunch with Lois and Dave!   The day was warm and sunny and our prime seats were out on the porch – right by the railing so we could watch for boats heading up or down the river. Up river you could see both commercial fishing boats and pleasure boats secured to several docks and pylons.  All the empty pylons were occupied by pelicans who were waiting for their lunch too!  While none of the multi storied cruise ships that were moored farther up river were scheduled to depart, there was a big black and white tugboat that chugged down river.  It was passed up by a “pilot ship” heading for open water and a freighter that must have been waiting for him out there to offload his local boat pilot who would guide his ship safely up the river to port.   Our time with my friends ended way too soon but we know we’ll get together once we all reach home again.  A quick trip thru downtown Historic Cocoa completed our afternoon out. 

It was time to say goodbye to salt water and head inland to the fresh water of Lake Mary Jane and Moss Park.