Exhilaration being on the road again, here heading north on I-75 in Florida.
A good journalist once said that when telling a story, focus on the personal stuff if you want to engage your reader. After our first week on the road, here’s some of our personal shutdown story. To re-cap, we left Estero, Florida on May 3 because we had a specific place to go (first Airstream in Ohio, then New Mexico) and felt we could safely travel there. The day we left we were completely giddy with the sense of freedom and the joyful change of scenery. Traffic was very light on I-75 north and we sailed along to our first night outside of Gainesville, Florida. We reserved at a KOA and upon arrival, were met at our truck by the host who was wearing a face mask and gloves. He led us to our site in his golf cart. He did something we’ve never seen before: he wiped down our water, and electric connections at the site. It was an immediate confidence booster. He said the restrooms were open though we didn’t plan to use them. The great curiousity in the campground was the one large family with six kids, two dogs and an inflatable wading pool who were in a tent set up near the restrooms. Aside from that, everyone else was in an RV or trailer. This random tent siting would turn out to be a complete anomaly in the nights ahead. Every other place would have a ban on tents. Continue reading
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