Our first day was spent relaxing and taking walks to check the park’s facilities and many vistas. I played around with my television antenna and tuned three or four stations we may watch if the weather turns wet again. Except for the news, we rarely watch television. Cell phone coverage faded in and out so not only were telephone calls sporadically dropped, but the Wi-Fi hot-spot was unreliable as well.
As we relaxed in the fading evening sun, a pickup truck backed into the site next to us and a woman with two dogs set up a small, domed tent. She was our only neighbor until another camper pulled in just before dark. We were the only campers in the park except for the British couple tent camping at the top of the hill and one other RV that showed no sign of life. The evening was pleasant, cool and absolutely still except for the serenade of Georgia’s forest insects.As we kissed and snuggled up under the covers, Ilse turned off her night light and we both went silent as a bright, yellow light flashed in the darkness just over our heads.
We both sat up in bed. "What was that!!!" The light flashed again, this time down by the foot of the bed, suspended in mid-air. We realized I had let a firefly, a lightning bug we used to call them, into the camper when I took our dog, Taz, out for his night-time trip to the nearest tree.
Another first in our adventures of RVing.
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