GYPSY FEET
The Chronicles of
Moby Who?
© 2008 Gail Hunter
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April
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View in the Rear View Camera:  Whenever Cor puts
Moby in reverse, the rear view camera automatically
shows him what's going on behind us.  "What's that big
black rectangle?"  It kept disappearing, then returning.
The bicycle was easy.  Pretty soon, light dawned - our
shadow!  Almost better than a compass.
Piece of Cake!  95.1 miles down I-95; exit 64 then a couple
of turns and we arrived at
John Prince Campground, part
of the Palm Beach County Park System.  The beauty of the
entrance excited us, but not half as much as the gorgeous
lakefront site we were assigned.  We backed
Moby into a
very ample space, dropping off to the water:  grass, trees,
birds - all we could ask for.
By Dawn's Early Light...The view out of our bedroom
window in Lake Worth.  That is
Lake Osborne - not very
deep, but stretches for several miles.  Tranquility reigns
during the week, but ski-doos and other motor craft join
the kayaks and canoes on the weekend.  Many park
visitors live nearby and use this park as a weekend
retreat, giving their kids and dogs a breath of fresh air.
A reason for entering this lifestyle is to enable us to visit old friends
without looking for a place to lay our heads.  Or so we thought.
Old Fairfield golf and sailing
friends,
Donn and Pat Byrne
invited us for dinner at their
home in Delray, along with
another friend,
Mary Brown.  
Donn came to get us, much
further than we thought. The
evening sped by.  We then
realized we'd missed the curfew
at the park.  Out came the
blow-up bed!
Mary Brown exits at a proper hour to
return to her home in Manalapan.
Donn & Cor figure it out.
Bed properly inflated, Gail ad Pat
enjoy a little late-night cognac.
Near the banyan tree, Cor looks like
he's sleeping, but he is really fixing
the seat on my bike....only then
does he sleep.  This place is one for
relaxing.  
And we're doing it!
Relaxing -That was until I decided I NEEDED a new camera.  I had complained to Fran San
Miguel about my Nikon Coolpix being too slow.  She had the same problem until she bought a
Nikon digital SLR..."nothing like it!"   

Our other annoying problem was the inability to connect to
WiFi or cable with any regularity.  An
RVer on Pine Island had recommended
Verizon's Air Card, good wherever your Verizon cell
phone works - and we're on Verizon wirelss.  (Cor worked for Ma Bell for 30 years, and has
been retired from same for 34 years - he's afraid they're going to put out a contract on him.)

This called for drastic action: rent a car, find the Verizon office and a camera store.
Our lakeside neighbors: "Quoth the
raven, Nevermore" - a boat-tailed
grackle stands watch; a muscovy
duck finds comfort in the cool hose;
an anhinga drying his
wings, but my camera
was too slow to catch
them outspread.
Everyone we questioned said Boynton Beach was the best place to go...so down the road
about 8 miles we went.   As your parents' friends used to say when you were small, "My!
How you've grown!"  This once-sleepy little Florida town is now the epitome of terra cotta &
turquoise - one mall out-turreting and colonnading the next.  The landscaping is so exotic
it's hard to find the driveways.  But Everything Is Here!   
Missions Accomplished:  We spent over an hour at Verizon, buying the Air
Card and having Stacy, the agent adapting it to my computer.  I had a choice
of a card or a cord.  A card would stick out about 1/8th inch from my computer,
just enough to break off, so I opted for the cord and hanging adapter.  Next,
we went across the street to Circuit City, where they have a very extensive
array of cameras.  I looked at the Nikon SLRs but wasn't really crazy about the
hefty price.  The clerk showed me a similar Canon for about half.  Although I
can usually rationalize buying The Best, this time I got realistic: with it costing
nearly $300 to fill our gas tank and that taking us not much more than 500
miles, the difference between the Nikon and Canon would go about 625 miles.
Weighty work done, it was time to relax again - Have to
remember what this whole exercise is about.

Since the Enterprise agent had forgotten to stock maps, we
were on our own to find the ICW.  We've given up on the GPS,
preferring our own instinctive noses for scouting out salt water.
They did not fail us.
A new, fanciful bridge now spans
the ICW.  
Two Georges' Seafood
restaurant
sits hard by, enabling
Gail to continue her search for the
perfect Rum Collins.  Still not up to
her recipe.  No fresh fruit juices.
Friday, April 11th. - Time to move from our lovely waterside spot.  We had not planned to
be here this long, so did not have reservations and had to take whatever was left for the
next two days.  This is a popular park for locals to spend the weekend - what a great place
for releasing the kids and dogs within a few miles of home.  
Parks and Recreation did a
superb job designing this one.
We still have a peek at the lake, although a
big coach has just moved in and blocked it.  
That's OK - we are parked under a
spreading banyan tree, and Cor is out
there now, finishing
Morgan's Run.  It has
been picked up & put down for several
years now - What better time to polish it off?
An interesting
home-made rig
to tow your
Harley.
As you may have gathered, we are not going
to
Flamingo.  I spent the money on the
camera...and the rum collins. C'est la vie!  
Off to
Clewiston Sunday afternoon....