Thermal Underwear and a Bathing Suit
|Bathing suit? Really?|
|"Comes as sweet and clear as moonlight through the pines,"Hoagy Carmichael, "Georgia on My Mind"Well, maybe not on a cold, foggy Georgia night in January|
|Foggy daybreak New Years Day, 2012, Sumterville, Florida. The time was really 7:04am|
It was ten miles to the next possible turnaround, and it was obviously quicker to pull off the Interstate, turn on the emergency flashers, and hoof it back the quarter mile or so to the gas station. We decided against parking on the side of the busy Interstate and just drive to the next turn-around and head back to face the possibility of a financial disaster. As we sped up and anxiously headed toward Wildwood, the next exit, we talked about the sequence of events and realized we had also used the fuel stop as a chance to feed the dogs. We had pulled over to the side of the quiet, fog shrouded parking lot after tanking up and walked back to the trailer to get their dog food. Possibly she had left the purse in the trailer!
So, at a safe, judiciously selected spot, we pulled off to the side of the busy roadway, turned on the emergency blinkers and ran back and checked the trailer. Sure enough, the missing purse was laying on the bed. After our heart rates finally fell back into the normal range, the rest of the trip was a piece of cake. Ten and a half hours after leaving home, we pulled into our daughter's driveway, and less than an hour after that we were completely set up and had turned on the heat in the trailer. Time for a glass of wine to celebrate the New Year!
|Just because it's sunny doesn't mean it's warm.|
After Monica and Ilse finally got together later during the week and checked all the information about the spa, they came across an interesting tidbit: the heated spa or hot tub is outdoors! There is a good chance she won't need the bathing suit after all.
|The Apalachee River, North High Shoals, Georgia|
Next: Seriously northbound this time, the prologue to our first three month long road trip, at: