A Great-big, Sincere Thanks

“Thanks, everyone!”

My hubby, Mike, is the kind of guy that doesn’t like a lot of attention. “Doesn’t like” is putting it mildly. That’s why he retired with seemingly little fanfare. No party. No big family gathering. No big shindig at the office. No real hullabaloo of any sort. But his co-workers apparently were not about to let him slink away without making sure they’d clearly conveyed to Mike how much they liked and appreciated him, both as a person and for his work.

The lingering COVID pandemic limited the options for in-person gatherings. But that’s good. He would have hated any kind of surprise party. Really.

They tried to have a celebration, tossing out various ideas like a virtual happy hour, group lunch, etc., but he wasn’t budging. He didn’t want to be the guy in the spotlight. And this is despite his being the guy who was counting down, literally, for the last five years. He wasn’t at all shy about letting people know he’d be retiring soon, either. I heard him say it often during meetings with co-workers, team calls, one-on-one chats with colleagues, etc. (For a while, he was “updating” one of his youngest co-workers at the start of each week on just how many Mondays Mike had left to work.)

Anyway… when he went into his office to return his equipment and stuff, his plan was to say his goodbyes discretely and skedaddle. I think he was probably terrified that someone was going to surprise him with a party. In the end, they did surprise him, but in a very lovely and inconspicuous way. Many employees in the Engineering Department pitched in and presented him (both of us, really) with a very generous $700 worth of Camping World gift certificates. His division — Southland Mid-Atlantic — gifted us with two super-nice Yeti® folding lawn chairs (we both really, really like those!). Individual co-workers presented him with various, more-personal gifts. Numerous other colleagues communicated their thoughts via phone or e-mail;  each of those communications were gifts in their own right, too.

All in all, it was the perfect send-off for Mike. He was so happy with and surprised by the generosity of his co-workers and superiors, who really didn’t owe him anything more than a “see you later dude” and a final paycheck, respectively. Honestly, he was really very touched. So was I.

Mike loved working for that company and with those people. He’d only just joined them late in 2008, and only worked for them just under 13 years, but the experience was life-changing for him. For me and the rest of the family, too, because  he was so much happier working at Southland. Seriously, Mike flat-out loved working at Southland.

I was going to send his former boss, Scott, a nice e-mail thank you, but I decided pictures would be better. Saying thanks is one thing, but seeing is even better.

So here’s the collection of images I’ve been working on capturing to not only demonstrate how much Mike and I appreciate the thoughtful and generous gifts, but also to answer what I’m sure folks have been wondering… what is Mike actually doing? Is he enjoying retirement?

The first thing we did during Mike’s retirement, and the first time we used the awesome Yeti chairs, was go see my favorite band, Mipso, in concert (their first LIVE show since the start of the pandemic) just outside of Charlottesville, Virginia.

Me and Mike waiting for the concert to begin.

Just 10 days later, we were loading up the RV as we completed all the final steps required to sell the Warrenton house and hand it over to the new owners.

Our first day living in the RV (Jellystone Park in Luray, Virginia).

 

Enjoying an afternoon stroll at Jellystone Park.

Did I mention how much we like our Yeti chairs?

Mike at Gifford Pinchot State Park in Lewisberry, Pennsylvania.

We enjoyed a few days of much-needed relaxation at Gifford Pinchot State Park (just north of York) before moving to Pinch Pond Campground in Manheim, Pennsylvania. We chose Pinch Pond due to its proximity to my Dad’s house. My Dad passed away, unexpectedly, on April 23, and there were things I needed to do to get his house ready to sell.

Mike at Pinch Pond in Manheim, Pennsylvania.

It’s good we didn’t have time for outdoorsy stuff at Pinch Pond. Brood X of the 17-year cicadas were just emerging during our stay there. We left before their singing started.

Our next stop was North Carolina to visit with the grandchildren. We got to stay with them for over a week while their parents enjoyed a much-needed vacation in Key West, Florida.

L-R, Mike, Joseph, Gaige, Me, and Brianna.

 

Mike chatting with Gaige.

From there, we headed south to Ebenezer Park, a county-owned campground near Rock Hill, SC, just south of and across the state line from Charlotte, NC.

The adjustable aluminum platform (auxiliary step) is one of the items we purchased with the Camping World gift cards.

 

We also purchased two of these cool folding ottomans.

 

Dinnertime selfie at Ebenezer Park.

 

Waiting for the sunset at Ebenezer Park.

 

Beautiful sunset at Ebenezer Park.

 

Same sunset, different capture.

 

Osprey at Ebenezer Park

 

Sunset selfie at Ebenezer Park.

I really enjoyed the lake at Ebenezer Park. I am more of a water person than Mike, but he enjoyed the lovely campground in his own way (bicycling, reading, napping, etc.).

From Ebenezer Park, we went south and east, heading to Florida. But first, we stopped just outside of Savannah, Georgia for a couple of days. We stayed at the Savannah South KOA in Richmond Hill, Georgia. That campground has a lovely 37-acre lake where we got to see lots of wildlife.

Little Blue Heron at Savannah South KOA

 

Alligator at Savannah South KOA in Richmond Hill, GA. It was a pretty small one (maybe 4 feet [about 1.33 m] long). I saw his eyes first (image on left).
From there, we continued south to Starke, Florida, which is southeast of Jacksonville. There, we stayed at the Starke-Gainesville KOA while we took care of our Florida State residency paperwork and relaxed a bit. We also had a yummy Mexican dinner with huge margaritas to celebrate becoming Florida residents. (We are not yet residents officially, but the important paperwork was completed to start the process.)

Cheers to becoming Florida residents!

After that, it was on to Yellow Jacket RV Resort (YJRR) near Old Town, Florida. It didn’t make sense to me not to spend some “fun” time in Florida. Mike agreed, but insisted I find a campground with shade. That’s how we ended up at YJRR. Finding shady spots in FL, with little notice, seemed like a pretty tall order, but I did it.

Site #1 at Yellow Jacket RV Resort may have been our most-interesting campsite to date. It was a pull-in site and the front of our coach was only about 25 feet from the river’s edge!

It was a lovely site right on the bank of the Suwannee River. The boat launch was right next to our site, which meant we got to see lots of people coming and going with their boats. It was also convenient for me and Belle to swim in the river. Unfortunately, the water in the river is very dark in color due to the cypress trees alongs its banks. I was too leery of not being able to see approaching alligators, snakes, and snapping turtles to have a relaxing swim, so I used the pool instead. I’m not sure yet if Belle likes swimming or just does it to humor me, so I decided not to risk her life for my amusement.

We got to watch nature there, too. We saw birds, lizards, giant grasshoppers, turtles, snakes, and frogs. We did not see any alligators while at the campground. We did, however, see some pretty big Gulf Sturgeon jumping in the river, which was very cool.

The site gave us a great view of the river. Even from inside of the coach, which was good because it rained a lot while we were there. We also had plenty of nice weather, which is when we really enjoyed being able to just sit outside and watch for fish and other critters.

Our view of the Suwannee River looking off to the right of our site. (That’s Mike’s foot.)

The campground was beautiful, tucked under what seemed like an endless canopy of Live Oak trees draped in Spanish Moss. It was very relaxing.

Mike was reading while I strolled around the campground. Belle keeps a sharp eye out on me.

 

More relaxation was happening while I was off exploring and taking pics.

 

See what I mean about Belle watching me?

 

We purchased that patio rug with the Camping World GCs, too.

 

Brown Water Snake at YJRR.

 

We even got to see some lizards wrestling. It was a very NatGeo/Discovery Channel kind of place.

We enjoyed YJRR so much, we decided to return for the entire month of December! We are also going to spend January at another campground about 25 minutes from YJRR, which features one of Florida’s many fresh-water springs. That’s where the Manatees tend to hang out in the winter, because the water in the springs is a constant 73 degrees F (about 23 C) year-round. If you want to learn more about the springs, you’ll have to follow along for future posts.

After a very, very enjoyable eight days at YJRR, we left for the mountains of southwestern Virginia. We drove halfway on Saturday and spent Saturday night in the parking lot of a Cracker Barrel in Chattanooga, Tennessee. On Sunday morning, we continued the drive to Big Stone Gap, Virginia.

Our long, skinny site at Jessie Lea RV Park in Big Stone Gap, VA.

The campground is actually within the town of Big Stone Gap, adjacent to the town’s very nice greenbelt biking trail.

Big Stone Gap Greenbelt Trail

The Big Stone Gap Greenbelt is about three miles (4.8 km) long and goes around and through town. About half of the trail runs along one branch of the Powell River or another. Most of the trail is in the shade. There are a few spots that provide handicap-accessible fishing, too.

Mike at Big Stone Gap

 

Mike preparing the power washer for me to use.

 

Belle watching as we drive away for dinner.

 

This screen house, made by Clam, was another Camping World purchase. (We tend to call it the Clam.)

We ended up buying a bunch of cool stuff with the gift certificates: the screen house, a tablecloth, fancy quick-dry towels, camping guide book (state parks), a pie iron and cookbook (for campfire cooking), the adjustable step, and roof vent covers (so we can keep vents open when raining and when driving). And we still have about $100 left!

To the folks at Southland, a great big thanks from both of us. Y’all really went above and beyond to kick-start Mike’s retirement.

He and I both really appreciate everything. If you’d like to follow along and keep tabs on our whereabouts, sign up for e-mail alerts letting you know when new posts are published. Look for the link to the right (if you are viewing this on a computer or other wide screen) or scroll down to see SUBSCRIBE FOR NEW POST ALERTS. Feel free to dig through older posts, and don’t be shy about leaving comments.

We are in Big Stone Gap for seven more nights, then will be off to Pocahontas State Park near Richmond. If you’re in the neighborhood and want to meet up, let us know.

Life on the Road

Open and Shut

Recently, while we were leaving one campground or another, I had a thought. It hit me as I was standing at the front of the rig, looking toward the rear. My left index finger was holding the RETRACT button that operates the mechanism responsible for bringing the rear slide-out back into the main body of the coach, which is required before you can move the thing.

I’ve never really shared many pics of the inside of the beast. There’s no real reason behind that failure of mine, I just haven’t. But I really should because these things look and feel WAY different with the slide-outs extended. And we have a total of four slide-outs or “slides.”

Speaking of not sharing… how about a floor plan? I can’t remember if I ever shared one of those either. LOL.

Entegra Aspire 2016 Floor Plan(s)

This floor plan does not show the layout of our coach exactly, but it should illustrate the idea I am trying to convey. The sections sticking out of the side actually have to be pushed back into the main body of the RV before you drive off. You can only extend the slides when you are parked in a space wide enough to accommodate them. If, for example, we parked right beside a tree, we would either have to make sure the coach was positioned properly so as to avoid hitting the tree OR not use the slide(s).

The door-side, front slide holds sofa, kitchen cabinets, sink, cooktop, and microwave.

The door-side rear slide holds dresser drawers (for our foldable clothes) and overhead storage cabinets, plus a TV.

The opposite of door-side (ODS) front slide holds the fireplace and TV, dining table and chairs, some cabinets, and the residential-size refrigerator.

The opposite of door-side (ODS) rear slide holds the king-size bed and overhead storage cabinets.

So here’s the photo I captured with the slides all shut.

Inside view from front with slides closed (retracted). (Driving Mode)

And here’s a look at the inside after we reached our next site and opened (extended) all the slides.

Inside view from front with slides open (extended). (Camping Mode)

I also decided to include a couple others, just for fun.

Captured from doorway of rear bathroom, looking toward front (blinds over windshield are in the down position).

 

Captured from kitchen looking toward front of coach.

When all the slides are out, it looks quite roomy inside, eh?

I didn’t bother straightening up for the pictures, so you’ll see some clutter laying about (we’re working on that), but who cleans before sharing pics with friends?

First Time for Everything

While it may seem like we are living the dream, life in an RV is still life. And that means shit happens unexpectedly. As it did for us a couple of weeks ago when we were driving from Amy & TJ’s house to our next destination, the Ebenezer Park campground in York County, South Carolina.

It should have been a relatively quick and easy 2.5-hour drive. One minute, we were cruising along enjoying the scenery as we approached the South Carolina border, talking about Belle entering her 13th state. (She didn’t care, but we were excited for her.)

Pretty Day for a Drive

Not long after that image was taken, we turned toward the south and saw thunderstorms gathering. And then, as we cruised smoothly along at highway speed, the engine suddenly lost power. All Mike could do was drift and steer. Lucky for us, we were close to a side road. Mike managed to use the coach’s momentum to get us off the busy highway, but the coach died right in the middle of the side road. That was about 2:45 in the afternoon.

Stormy sky at the site of our breakdown.

As soon as we opened the door, we were hit by the smell of diesel. Sure enough, fuel was leaking from the passenger-side rear of the coach. When we opened that engine compartment, diesel was still trickling out, but had clearly been spraying out when the engine was running. The hood, windshield, and entire passenger side of our poor little Mini were covered in diesel fuel.

We hurriedly unhooked the Mini and moved it to a nearby parking lot. Then I looked closely at the engine while Mike called our roadside assistance provider. I thought maybe I could figure out where the leak was coming from. LOL. I am no mechanic.

It looked to me like the thing pictured was the source of the leak. I had no idea what the thing was, but, based on the spray patterns I observed, it looked like the source of the leak. So I took a picture and told Mike to let the roadside assistance folks know to send one along with the mechanic.

The leaky thing.

The next picture shows where the coach died. Vehicles could get around us on the right, barely. Lucky for us, it wasn’t a busy road. Also, it was a Sunday afternoon.

Our first breakdown. We were lucky that Mike was able to steer onto this side road.

When Mike called the roadside assistance folks — CoachNet — their first question was, “Are you in a safe place?” To which Mike replied, “No. We are in the middle of a road.”

The representative got our info and let Mike know she’d get someone out to help us. The wait began…

Remember, it was a Sunday afternoon. We were in a very small county near the southwestern corner of North Carolina. There was no large metro area nearby.

The Mini got a good bath during the thunderstorm.

A nice highway patrolman — officer or trooper Kahl — stopped by around 3:15. We told him a tow truck should be on the way soon. He said he’d check on us again in about an hour.

Belle waiting patiently.

CoachNet was not as communicative as they could and should have been. An hour or so went by with us hearing nothing and no help showing up. Mike called back only to learn that the were having difficulty locating a tow truck. The plan was to tow us to a safe place where we could spend the night. Then, they would send another truck to tow us to a repair facility the next morning. They never said anything about sending a mobile repair service our way.

A few more hours went by. At one point, CoachNet contacted the local authorities and were told that we were not in a dangerous location. That meant getting us help was no longer as urgent for them. So we waited some more…

There was a train track and railroad crossing just up the street and grassy areas to walk Belle.

At least it was sort of safe to get out and walk. (Mike managed to step on a small fire ant nest. Yes, he was bitten, but “only” got about 10 stings.)

Our sad-looking, broken down coach.

 

Captured while walking Belle.

By around 7:00, even I was getting tired of waiting. It’s not like we didn’t have a place to sleep, but we were not prepared for boondocking (overnighting in a place without hookups [electricity, water, and sewer], usually for free). Remember, we were expecting a short ride. We had no fresh water in the tank and our diesel was only just over 1/4 full. In this coach, the generator will not run when the tank reaches 25% or less. No generator not only meant no refrigerator (once the batteries ran out), it also meant no air conditioning.

I started calling potential towing services. One guy that I reached, Robbie of Rock Hill Towing, was actually on vacation in Key West, Florida, but talked to me anyway. As it turns out, he owns a Class A motorhome, too. He said that towing was not the best option, that we should be looking for a mobile repair service. Apparently, towing big rigs like ours can wreak havoc on the frame and body, causing issues like windshield breakage, or popping the windshield out of the frame. It might affect alignment of the slide-outs and cause other problems, all of which we would like to avoid.

Robbie gave me some other numbers to call. He also offered to send one of his guys, but his shop was an hour and a half away. I thanked him and let him I know I’d call back if we couldn’t find help elsewhere.

One mobile service I spoke to said they could help, but they charged $130 an hour and the clock started ticking when the tech left his house and stopped when he got back. The tech was an hour and a half away. The clock would continue ticking if he had to go get parts once he diagnosed the problem. So, at minimum, we were looking at a $400 bill. Just to get the tech to travel and diagnose the issue. Ugh.

While I was making calls, the highway patrolman returned. He told Mike he’d call a mechanic friend of his that only lived about fifteen minutes away to see if he could help. Lucky for us, the guy agreed to come. About an hour later, the guy appeared. He may have lived close by, but his shop and tools were not so close.

It didn’t take long to diagnose the problem… a cracked fuel filter housing. The other hurdle became where to get one of those on a Sunday night. By then, it was about 9:00 p.m. The mechanic, Wayne, wondered aloud if another friend of his had the part in his shop. So off Wayne went with our fuel filter housing to wherever his friend’s shop was. About an hour and a half later, he came back with the replacement part, installed it, and we were good to go.

Mike and I sat in the coach waiting with dread as Wayne wrote-up the bill. RVs are like boats in that repairs, parts, etc., can sometimes be very expensive. We were afraid it would be a huge bill, but were pleasantly surprised when he only charged us $205, parts included!

We really have been blessed in so many ways. What if we’d broken down when that officer wasn’t on duty? What if Wayne hadn’t been available? What if he’d been a shyster and charged an extra $500 for Sunday service? What if we hadn’t gotten off the highway? We would surely have been towed then because it was a really busy road.

Anyway… all worked out in the end. We did not continue to the campground that night. We found the closest Walmart and spent the night in the parking lot. Another first!

It wasn’t a restful night, since we couldn’t keep the generator running, but we did manage to get a little sleep. I went to Bojangles at 5:30 a.m., grabbed us some breakfast, which we enjoyed before setting off for the campground.

I had let the campground know about our delay the night before. The ranger station wasn’t open when we arrived, so we just went to our site. I called and let them know we’d arrived and let ourselves in, which they later said was fine.

Everything worked out in the end.

And, before I forget… remember that thing I had no name for, but diagnosed as the problem part? I was right. Apparently, fuel filter housings on Cummins Diesel engines are known to have issues. We will be buying a spare to carry along for future use, just in case.

As for CoachNet… they went “radio silent” around 6:00 p.m. Sunday (they couldn’t find us help), and we didn’t hear from them again until about 11:00 a.m. on Monday. That’s when they called to let us know they’d found a mobile tech available to come out to help. The jury is still out on whether we cancel that contract.

In the meantime, if you are ever in or near Peachland, North Carolina and need a mobile repair tech to help, call Wayne Morton, Jr. at Junebug Mobile Truck Service, (704) 465-4106.

Catching Up with the Younguns

Earlier this year, before we knew exactly when we would be selling the house and starting our new chapter as RVers, we agreed to stay with the grand kids while their parents went on vacation. It wasn’t just any vacation, they were going to celebrate their 15th wedding anniversary.

We hadn’t spent much time with the kids since before the pandemic. We saw them all briefly a few weeks ago when we drove to NC to make sure the movers filled our storage lockers, but were both looking forward to hanging out with them for a whole week. We even got to see Gaige wrestle! (He’s very good.)

Gaige is on the right.

They have grown quite a bit. Brianna will be a college junior in the Fall and turns 21 in December. Gaige turns 18 in October and will be a senior in high school (the last of his four-year high school career) in the Fall. Joseph, who will be 14 in less than two weeks, is going to be a high school freshman (the first of four years in high school)!

L-R, Mike, Joe, Gaige, Me, Brianna

 

Brianna and Gaige

 

All of us, again, but with Belle included.

Amy and TJ have a beautiful house and yard. They’ve been in this house for about a year now. This is their first house with a pool.

Amy and TJ’s backyard.

Mike, Belle, and I really enjoyed the yard while we were there. The weather was cool during our visit, so we didn’t get to use the pool much. I did manage to squeeze a few hours of pool time in toward the end of our week there.

I enjoyed the saltwater pool.

We were also able to enjoy some time on the beautiful porch swing that Mike made Amy as a Christmas gift.

The porch swing Mike made for Amy.

All in all, it was a lovely visit. We are looking forward to going back in July. Shannon and Chris will be there, too.

Since I am no longer working, I’ll have plenty of time to hang out and enjoy the family time. It’s less than a month away!

Change is Good

This morning, as I logged in to start writing this post, I came across an old draft post from January 2021. It was just a couple of paragraphs, but had a familiar theme…

“I’ve been wanting to start blogging again, regularly, in 2021. I’ve said that before, but this year is different. I am different. Chances are, the blog will seem different, too. And that’s okay. Change is good.”

I chuckle to think of the person I was in January 2021, having that thought. (I AM a different person than I was 10 or even five years ago. Older and wiser in many ways, that’s for sure.) Five and a half months later, I am basically the same person I was earlier this year, but we are living a very different life. Back then, we’d been talking about what we were going to do after Mike retired. I’d only started looking at campgrounds, thinking about making reservations, wondering how to make sure we’d have Internet connectivity so I could continue working remotely.

Fast-forward to today. Mike is retired and I have quit my job. I’m sitting on our new, much more comfortable sofa in the RV. The sofa is against the passenger-side wall of the RV, right behind the front passenger seat. I have a partially obstructed view, but can see beyond the driver’s seat out the front of the coach. We are parked in a campsite at the Yellow Jacket RV Resort near Old Town, Florida. It’s a pull-in site, as opposed to a back-in or pull-through. (We will have to back out of the site when it’s time to leave, but we’ll cross that bridge a week from now.) The front of the coach is about 25 feet from the riverbank. There’s a boat launch to the right of our site. In front of our site, on the river, is a floating dock where rental boats are housed. There are trees around our site draped in Spanish moss. It’s a lovely spot.

As far as wildlife — critters! — so far in the river we’ve seen turtles (the same kind you’d see in freshwater lakes, rivers, and ponds in Virginia), a snake, minnows, and several five-foot-long (or longer) Gulf Sturgeon. We have not seen any alligators in the river, yet, but probably will.

Mouse-sized Grasshopper

There’s a local man, named Hal, camped next to us. I asked him if I need to worry about alligators eating me and/or Belle if we swim in the river. He says I’d only have to worry if we were swimming at dusk or night-time (not likely!). Especially when the boat launch is busy and there’s lots of boat traffic on the river. Simply put, gators are more afraid of us than we are of them. He’d be more worried swimming in the ocean than in the river.

At some point, Belle and I will be swimming in the river. The only thing I am a little concerned about are the sturgeon. They can grow up to 8 feet long, can weigh up to 200 pounds, are sorta armor-plated, and have the tendency to jump out of the water. For real. There’s a warning sign posted at the boat launch.

The only complaint we have about our current location is weak cell signal, which means limited Internet access. The campground does offer Wifi, but it’s slow. That’s okay, though. We can survive without constant connectivity, I think.

For now, here are some recent pics I have captured.

Placemat from local seafood restaurant.

 

We finally got to eat alligator; pictured is a piece of gator tail appetizer.

 

Our coach as seen from the floating dock.

 

Turtles and view of Suwannee River from floating dock.

 

View while cooking dinner.

 

Belle likes this spot, too. Lucky for her, a small cliff separates our site from the water. (Less chance of her becoming gator food.)

I’ll share more in a future post. For now, I am going to go outside and enjoy the day.

Every Day is An Adventure

Although it might look like we’ve been at this RV thing for a while, it was only the first week in May when Mike officially retired. It’s only been a few weeks since I quit work, too. The campground we’re currently at in South Carolina — Ebenezer Park in York County — is the first time we’ve been able to enjoy real retirement mode. It’s been awesome.

This past Thursday was such a surreal day for me. One of those days where you wake up in the morning feeling completely normal, but you go to bed thinking, “Um, what really happened today?” The kind of day where enough seemingly coincidental, serendipitous interactions occur throughout the day that, by day’s end, you can’t help but wonder which aspect of Fate has been pulling your strings again.

I even ended up on the local news! How weird is that? Remember, I am usually a taker of photos/videos, not the subject.

A beautiful day for the beach, frog-shaped cloud and all.

I’d already planned on taking my raft to the beach for a nice long float. I had an idea how to solve a problem I’d encountered the day before. Even on a lake without waves (like in an ocean), floating still requires work because the wind moves you around.

I had to get some stuff done first (paperwork, ugh!) and find a mailbox to post some letters. And I wanted to ride my bike around the campground. There are about 70 sites here at the campground. About half of them seem to be in the shade, unlike our site which is pretty small, but close to the lake.

When I set off, to mail my stuff and tour the campground, I told Mike my plan. He’s ridden around the campground and knew about how long it should take.

The sites in the wooded section are much nicer than they are in our part of the campground. Many are larger and there are lots of trees for shade. One pull-through site in particular (#58) was huge. There was a guy setting up/or breaking down his campsite. I originally stopped to take a picture of his site, but we ended up chatting instead. As it turns out, he and his wife had just arrived. She was inside (I assume) getting the camper situated while he was doing the outside stuff.

I told him how much I loved his big, shaded site and told him about our small one, which was tight, but close to the lake. “I’ll trade sites with you,” he said. They had just bought some sore of boat that he explained as being sorta like a kayak but with a catamaran-type hull, and a trailer or wheels or something so, if you’re close to the water, you can just walk it over and launch it by hand. Those of you who’ve ever used a busy public boat launch will understand the benefit of that.

I knew Mike would never want to switch sites mid-trip, so I told the guy (Jim) I’d make him a deal. If he’d let me test-drive the boat, he could keep it at our site, closer to the lake. I could see the wheels working as he considered the option. I told him our site number and invited him to stop by later and have a look.

Then I continued on my way and saw this cool, little trailer that looked homemade, but wasn’t. I had to stop and ask that guy (Wayne) about his rig. He called it a hunter’s shack, which makes complete sense. Northerners have things like that for ice fishing, why can’t Southerners, who’s lakes never freeze, have portable huts for hunting. His wife (Johnnie) showed up before I left. We all could have chatted for hours.

Figuring Mike would be wondering where the Hell I’d gone, I finally had to peel myself away from those nice folks and go on my way. Mike was busy when I got back, watching TV or doing something on the computer, I forget which. He had been wondering what took so long. I started telling him about meeting the man with the boat and the other guy with the cool little trailer, but he was clearly not interested. So I just said something like, “Okay, if a man named Jim shows up with his boat while I am at the beach, just show him where that tree is so he knows where to put his boat.”

I did have to explain that one! LOL. Then off I went to the beach, anxious to test my idea to overcome the drifting problem with my raft.

I had just gotten myself situated on one of the lounges when a nice young lady showed up and asked me if I was going to be there for awhile. When I said yes, she told me she was a reporter doing a news story about recent renovations to the park and asked if she could interview me. “Sure, why not,” I said, and off she scurried to get her stuff.

In the meantime, two older grandmas were passing by in a golf cart (those things are very popular at campgrounds). I got their attention and said, “Hey get your grandkids out of the water. This lady is doing interviews about the park. You can all be on TV.” They looked horrified. “The last thing I would do is get my kids out of the water to be on the news,” I heard one saying as they drove quickly away.

I told the reporter about it when she came back. Where I come from, people love being on TV. It’s the whole “fifteen minutes of fame” thing. Apparently, people in South Carolina feel differently. She and her associates were having a hard time finding people to speak with.

She and I chatted as she got her equipment set up. It took extra long because somehow, her wires had gotten all tangled. I told her I had that effect on wires. She laughed. “In fact,” I said, “Can I take a picture of you and your tangled wires to show my Hubby. He’ll get a kick out of that.” Plus, I was thinking, he was never going to believe the whole reporter interviewing me for the news thing.

Shakira untangling her wire.

The reporter’s names is Shakira Speaks. I asked he if that was her real name and she said it was. “You were meant to be in TV news!” I said. “I know, right?” Was her reply. She and I definitely clicked. It’s not always easy for me to find like-minded individuals in this world.

As the interview came to a close — I’d talked her ear off — I told her about my raft idea. I’d borrowed my husband’s bucket and brought some string. The plan was to fill the bucket with rocks, take it out into the water, tie a string to it and the raft, and use it for an anchor.

She stayed around long enough to see if my anchor worked. I think her curiosity got the best of her. If you click the link below and watch the news story, you’ll see me floating, safely anchored, at the end. The thumbs-up at the end was to let Shakira know my anchor had worked.

Ebenezer Park open in York County after $4.6 million in renovations

I must have floated around for at least an hour, just staring at the blue sky and puffy white clouds. It was funny seeing people’s faces as I walked out of the water with my bucket. One lady asked, as she watched me dump the rocks, what the rocks were for. “An anchor,” I told her. She chuckled and we chatted a bit then I went to my chair and sat for a while to dry off.

There was a woman with six kids nearby. She was flitting from kid to kid taking pictures of them at the beach. When she noticed me watching I asked her if she’d like me to take a picture of her and her kids. “Oh my God, they are not all mine,” she said, and told me who they all belonged to, followed by, “You gonna be here for a bit? I would love a picture. No one ever asks that. I’m always the one taking the pictures.”

As I ate the snacks I’d taken to the beach, I thought again about Jim and his boat, wondering if he’d showed up with his boat while I was away. I watched and listened to the people on the beach as I enjoyed my snacks. The sky was starting to look like afternoon thunderstorms gathering, which is normal in the heat and humidity of the South. The woman with the kids must have been watching me, because she started summoning her horde as I packed up. She gave me her phone and I started shooting a video as she herded everyone into place. When they were ready, I stopped the video and took a few pics.

I told her about the video, saying I thought she’d get a chuckle out of watching it. “It looked like you were herding cats,” I said as I returned her phone to her. She laughed, thanked me, and then we parted ways.

As I headed back to our campsite, I thought again about Jim and his boat, figuring I would see it chained to the tree. When it wasn’t there, I assumed he just chalked me up as being a crazy woman. I took Belle for a quick walk and was headed back to the camper when Jim showed up in his truck. This time, his wife, Debbie, was with him.

I showed them the site and they both agreed it was a great idea. That’s how we ended up with this at our campsite:

Jim and Debbie’s Sea Eagle watercraft.

I was away on Friday when they took the boat out. Saturday, I was still away visiting my nephew in Norfolk, but it wasn’t a great boat day in South Carolina. Today, Sunday, they went to watch their adult son play soccer nearby. Maybe this afternoon will be a good day for the water.

I already know their vessel is too big for us since Mike has absolutely no interest in the water, but it was fun to see it in person. I’ve seen Sea Eagle brochures in the past, bit have never actually see one in real life. Now I can say I have.

In the meantime, today is our last full day at this campground. There’s a raft and a bucket waiting to be put to use in the lake.