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© 2008 Gail Hunter
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Good Heavens! Yikes! Holy Cow! Leaping Lizzards,
and many other expletives more vehement than those. Raymond's father says it all.
I missed the hind end of February. Fred Yarrington called it to my attention to which I
responded, "The dog ate it." Truth of the matter is, this is partly why we've eliminated the
side trip to Flamingo and Stiltsville: too much moving around and not enough time to catch
our breath. But that's part of the learning process, isn't it? So, here comes February +
and many other expletives more vehement than those. Raymond's father says it all.
I missed the hind end of February. Fred Yarrington called it to my attention to which I
responded, "The dog ate it." Truth of the matter is, this is partly why we've eliminated the
side trip to Flamingo and Stiltsville: too much moving around and not enough time to catch
our breath. But that's part of the learning process, isn't it? So, here comes February +
When we left you back in Santee at the fire, we were headed for the Brunswick, GA area.
When at all possible, we use Passport America campgrounds as they offer a phenomenal
50% discount, subject to limitations of course, but still great. (see bottom of page.) They
steered us to the King George Campground in Woodbine, a few miles west of I-95.
When at all possible, we use Passport America campgrounds as they offer a phenomenal
50% discount, subject to limitations of course, but still great. (see bottom of page.) They
steered us to the King George Campground in Woodbine, a few miles west of I-95.
Wow! Realization: in Googling Woodbine, I saw
if we had actually sunk on Horseshoe Shoal
in St. Andrew's Sound (1998 aboard Andiamo)
and had been pushed up the Satilla River by
the Atlantic waves, we'd have ended up at a
riverfront park in Woodbine, GA.
if we had actually sunk on Horseshoe Shoal
in St. Andrew's Sound (1998 aboard Andiamo)
and had been pushed up the Satilla River by
the Atlantic waves, we'd have ended up at a
riverfront park in Woodbine, GA.
| Holding a place for a map...can't find one that I can copy...so go to Google - it's all there: Map Showing relatiionship of Woodbine to the St. Andrews Inlet |
CRACK! We were extending the living room slide when the horrible noise stopped us
short. The door of the RV parked next to us shot open and out ran Al calling, "Are you all
right?" We looked at each other; both alive, unhurt. "What was THAT?"
We went outside where Al told us he and his wife were sitting near their window when they
heard the bang. They looked over to see a shower of white glass shards spilling down
from under the slide. Upon interior inspection we learned another lesson: make sure
nothing falls off the breakfront and lands between it and the slide. We picked up slivers of
the nice Corelle bowl for weeks. And Corning says it's not breakable. Hmpf.
short. The door of the RV parked next to us shot open and out ran Al calling, "Are you all
right?" We looked at each other; both alive, unhurt. "What was THAT?"
We went outside where Al told us he and his wife were sitting near their window when they
heard the bang. They looked over to see a shower of white glass shards spilling down
from under the slide. Upon interior inspection we learned another lesson: make sure
nothing falls off the breakfront and lands between it and the slide. We picked up slivers of
the nice Corelle bowl for weeks. And Corning says it's not breakable. Hmpf.
Hiatus - Our original concern was how to consume over
a month of travel until we were due at Pine Island. The
answer will be found at:
......intimately
a month of travel until we were due at Pine Island. The
answer will be found at:
......intimately
| Harbor view at Fernandina |
| 1st Florida sunset at Rivers' |
Mayport fishing fleet, as seen from the Mayport Ferry
Seventeen days consumed, we rearranged our itinerary and headed straight for Bradenton
to visit old friend Gerry Clark. Alas, we were just too late to see his dear wife, Gina who
died just a week or so before. We wanted her to see we still carried her gift -a pillow saying,
"I think the cheese is slipping off my cracker."
Being a day ahead of our scheduled arrival at Lake Manatee State Park, we pulled into a
Cracker Barrel for the night. Our spot in the back lot overlooked a lovely pond, as we've
come to expect. We moved to the far end so we could extend the bedroom slide. Perfect.
to visit old friend Gerry Clark. Alas, we were just too late to see his dear wife, Gina who
died just a week or so before. We wanted her to see we still carried her gift -a pillow saying,
"I think the cheese is slipping off my cracker."
Being a day ahead of our scheduled arrival at Lake Manatee State Park, we pulled into a
Cracker Barrel for the night. Our spot in the back lot overlooked a lovely pond, as we've
come to expect. We moved to the far end so we could extend the bedroom slide. Perfect.
In the morning, we pushed the "slide in" button -
but nothing happened. Now you can't just drive
down the highway with your bedroom hanging out
- even if I drove ahead with blinkers.
"Call Alan!" and to the rescue he came.
Conley's RV in Bradenton sent their man - "Look
for him in a white duelie." A new word is added to
our vocabulary: a pickup with 4 rear tires.
but nothing happened. Now you can't just drive
down the highway with your bedroom hanging out
- even if I drove ahead with blinkers.
"Call Alan!" and to the rescue he came.
Conley's RV in Bradenton sent their man - "Look
for him in a white duelie." A new word is added to
our vocabulary: a pickup with 4 rear tires.
Lake Manatee State Park was the perfect place to come down from our
unintentional ramblings: See palmettos and pines from bedroom window.
unintentional ramblings: See palmettos and pines from bedroom window.
Great-grandduaghter Kendell quickly found
an inviting tree to climb.
Daughter Ca and son-in-law Tom help Cor
with the hamburgers, watched unknown by
an armadillo poking his head out from
under the brush. We ate well.
an inviting tree to climb.
Daughter Ca and son-in-law Tom help Cor
with the hamburgers, watched unknown by
an armadillo poking his head out from
under the brush. We ate well.
I'm a little foggy on my dates, but somewhere in here, we talked with Fred and Bonnie
Yarrington, long-time friends, travelling golf partners, skiing buddies, and co-conspirators
in many fun, bordering-on-hilarious times. "I could write a book..."
They now live in Naples, FL - near enough to run down and say "Hello." They invited us to
lunch at their golf club, The Hole In The Wall, one of the prettiest (and tidiest) courses I've
ever been privileged to play.
Fred's having a time-out now, but he was a par-shooter for years, then on retirement
volunteered his services and travelled far on the USGA Rules Committee. He has just
finished writing a history of The Hole In The Wall club.
Bonnie's Something Else - Exclaiming "I can't do that!" she promptly whips out a club and
proceeds to whomp the pants off you. She's not too far from shooting her age and I
wouldn't bet against it in a couple of years.
Yarrington, long-time friends, travelling golf partners, skiing buddies, and co-conspirators
in many fun, bordering-on-hilarious times. "I could write a book..."
They now live in Naples, FL - near enough to run down and say "Hello." They invited us to
lunch at their golf club, The Hole In The Wall, one of the prettiest (and tidiest) courses I've
ever been privileged to play.
Fred's having a time-out now, but he was a par-shooter for years, then on retirement
volunteered his services and travelled far on the USGA Rules Committee. He has just
finished writing a history of The Hole In The Wall club.
Bonnie's Something Else - Exclaiming "I can't do that!" she promptly whips out a club and
proceeds to whomp the pants off you. She's not too far from shooting her age and I
wouldn't bet against it in a couple of years.
On Burlington waterfront, summer 2006: left to right: Howard and Jackie
Snider, Bonnie Yarrington, Gail and Cor Hunter, Fred Yarrington. The
Sniders live at the same place as Bonnie and Fred.in Naples, FL
Howard's cousin is my Cleveland OH friend Flossie Brewster.
Snider, Bonnie Yarrington, Gail and Cor Hunter, Fred Yarrington. The
Sniders live at the same place as Bonnie and Fred.in Naples, FL
Howard's cousin is my Cleveland OH friend Flossie Brewster.
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