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Campground Maps: A Handy Source

25 Jan

This snowbird lifestyle really suits me!

We flew to St. Thomas from Fort Lauderdale, Florida, leaving our shiny home for one week at the long term airport parking lot…yikes! Before our departure, we triple-checked this option.  I had heard of others leaving their trailers in RV parks while they were away but that was a rather expensive option…especially in Florida in the winter when the parks are full and the prices are high.  On the Sunday before our departure, we did a trial run.  Having never been to the Fort Lauderdale airport with an Airstream in tow, we wanted to scope out the parking lot.  Would we fit? Was it crowded? Was it safe?  We tested the parking situation and we almost fit into two spots (we stuck out a little on either end but did not block the parking lot rows).  The parking attendant suggested with talk to the economy parking office employees.  So we did and they approved of us parking in two spaces, even if we didn’t fit just right in those spaces.  On Monday, we nervously left our home in the airport parking lot (with a note in the window of the truck explaining that we received permission from the main office to take up two spaces.)  Yes, we were a bit paranoid.

Upon our return, I am happy to report that our humble abode remained in its spot, appearing unharmed.  Chris noted that this is the first time he had ever taken an airport shuttle directly to his home.  Nice!  And, even better…they only charged us for one vehicle.  Perhaps this was a mistake–we did not question nor argue the price.  In the end, we paid $7.50 per day for parking our Airstream. Not too shabby!

Our large campsite at Markham Park in Sunrise, FL

Going against my previous vow (again), I made reservations at Markham Park Campground in Sunrise, Florida so we would have a definitive place to go upon our arrival.  For once, making reservations worked out really well.  I confess, however, that we did check the campground before we left for St. Thomas to make sure it would suit our internet needs.  The campground is located in a huge county park that has 86 RV/tent sites and occupies 666 acres of land at the edge of the Everglades and Alligator Alley.   The sites are huge and the facilities are clean.  We were both impressed with the park campsites but even more impressed with the really nice dog park within walking distance of the campground.

I spent my days enjoying the wonderful Florida warm weather, taking the dogs to the dog park, catching up on my social media (since I had missed an entire week!), and doing a lot of laundry at the local laundromat.  Each night, Chris and I would take the dogs to the park just before dark to let them have one last run.  Buddy successfully marked every tree, fence post, and bench in the park while AJ had his fair share of human interaction (Seriously…he has no interest in the dogs…only the owners).  We met some nice people and, sadly, some not-so-nice people and the dogs appeared quite content for the week.

The dog park at Markham. They have a space for "Little Barkhams" and "Big Barkhams". It's great!!!

As I mentioned before, the park is huge.  And, I, being the idiot that I am, neglected to fully explore the park.  I seemed to keep busy doing other things during the week.  What I should have done, however, was study the campground/park map to see what other features, aside from the spectacular dog park, were offered in the area.  Like I said, it was an incredibly beautiful, sunny week…in fact, I was almost too hot at times.  As we departed the park on Saturday, I glanced down at a piece of paper sitting on the floor of the truck.  It was the campground map.  I picked it up to add it to our recycling pile and noticed the words “Swimming Pool.”  Apparently the park has a really nice swimming pool, that includes a mist pool, snack bar, showers and restrooms.  Doh!  Double Doh!  You have no idea how embarrassed and sad I am that I missed this.  Note to self:  Lani, you are an idiot.  Read the campground map next time.

Nonetheless, we had a great week and I am convinced that I absolutely do not miss winter.   Snowbirds:  an intelligent group of people.

Finally, I’d like to share a story unrelated to Airstream travel but one that made our week even more wonderful.  Chris’ sister, Jen, and her husband, Tim, have been in the process of adopting two little boys from Haiti for two years.  In the days following the tragic earthquake, Tim traveled to Haiti to see what he could do to bring his boys home.  After an exhausting week that included sitting for days at the Embassy, assisting with surgeries in his “spare” time (don’t worry…he’s a paramedic!), and experiencing the many terrifying aftershocks, Tim was able to get the boys’ papers processed as well as the papers of 14 other orphans whose families were eagerly awaiting their arrival in the United States.

On Saturday, all 16 children arrived safely in the United States and were united with their families.  Chris and I had the pleasure of meeting our new nephews, Sammy and Gino and it was an absolutely joyous moment. For more information on their story, check out their blog at www.hisblogherblog.blogspot.com. Also, check out www.haiti-relief.org to donate to Heartline Ministries, an organization that runs the orphanage and is also currently operating a medical clinic, assisting those injured  in the earthquake.  Additionally,  I attach a video provided by Tampa’s ABC Action News of Sammy and Gino’s homecoming. Enjoy!

 

“R” Vacation (Part II)

22 Jan
Yesterday I covered the rest, relaxation,and rain that we experienced while vacationing on the island of St. John.  Today, I cover the rest of the Rs, those that brought us even closer to nature…

Inside our tent

ROACHES:  On our first night while sitting outside our tent, enjoying the light provided by our lantern and playing cards, I was introduced to one of the many annoying critters that would taunt me for the remainder of our vacation:  The flying roach.

When I was young, my parents took me to the Smithsonian Museum of Natural History.  I recall a bug display.  My dad and I looked at the bug display and moved on the next exhibit.  Seconds later, I heard my mom squealing, “Oooh! They’re all over me!  Ewww!!!!”  Apparently, looking at the bugs gave her chills.  I seem to remember my dad and I laughing hysterically and making fun of her long after that moment.  She was a good sport about our constant mimicking of her cries and squeals.  Last week, I became my mother.  Only this time…the bugs WERE actually on me.  I had roaches crawling on my neck, attacking me in my sleep, hanging out in my dishes and food, and really just annoying me the entire week.  With my arms flailing about and my feet doing a funny hopping dance, I would try to swat the bugs away and kill them.  Those suckers will not die!  I have nothing good to say about them.

Another view of Cinnamon Bay from the top of Cinnamon Bay Trail. This picture takes my mind off the rats...

RATS:  That’s right. Rats.  Just days before our departure to St. John I read reviews on TripAdvisor.com about rats invading the tents in the campground.  This did not excite me.  So, upon our arrival to our campground, I immediately began looking for any rats.   As I mentioned earlier, the first few nights were not restful due to the sounds of critters (and, I was sure they were rats) that were crawling over and around our tent.)  Chris didn’t believe me about the rats.  But, on our second night, we heard something in our tent and upon shining a flashlight, Chris saw an unidentifiable but rather large critter making its way into our tent.  I argued it was a rat.  He argued it was a mongoose, stating that there were no rats.  We debated this periodically throughout the week.

At this time, I would like to declare myself as winner of that argument.  On Saturday morning, I walked out of our tent to start preparing breakfast.  There, in front of our tent, was a half-dead rat, still breathing, but unable to move…or so we thought.  We finished our breakfast (all the while I kept watch over rat to make sure he didn’t try to make a run for it up my leg or into the tent), and then went to enjoy the beach during our momentary non-rainy weather.  Upon our return, the rat had moved and it seemed to be recovering from whatever injury it had incurred.  I needed that rat to disappear.  Sure, it looked all innocent, sad, and hurt but deep down I know that rat was trying to get in my tent the night before.  I felt no remorse.  Okay…maybe a little remorse…but then the rodent would move and all remorse would quickly disappear.

Our beach at Cinnamon Bay. There was good snorkeling just out by the small island.

Finally, Chris went to the front desk of the campground office to request removal of the rat.  The front desk employee laughed but minutes later, a man pulled up on a golf cart and gave me a look that said, “You’re pathetic woman.  Really pathetic!”  While I sat on top of the picnic table frantically pointing to the rat, the man came over to the rat, picked it up by its tail, and drove away in the golf cart while holding the injured, squirming rat.  I then heard the trash can open and the rat being disposed of with a loud thud into the garbage.

(Update:  After Chris read this, he would like it to be known that there can be no winner of this debate as I did not see the critter that came into our tent and he feels it is impossible to know exactly what came into our tent at this point.  Whatever.)

All packed up to leave camp...still smiling!

REAL:  We planned for a vacation of snorkeling, sunshine and beaches  but instead we had a vacation with a short amount of decent snorkeling, some sunshine, and a lot of playing card games under a pavilion while the rain poured around us.  We had good attitudes about the rain until Sunday.  Up until then, there was always a hope that the following day would be nicer.  But, by Sunday, we were discouraged.  It was our last day and we were still pasty white, which nicely highlighted the 82 bug bites that covered my legs.

(Sidebar: On Sunday night, with my discouraged attitude at its peak, the campground was serving chocolate cake with dinner.  This was my only source of excitement that day for I had not had chocolate for an entire week…maybe even longer.  When I went to purchase a slice of cake, it was sold out. You want to see sad? See me when I am denied chocolate after four days of a rainy beach vacation.  I came back to the table, dragging my feet and pouting to Chris.  Not wanting to deal with me at that point, he disappeared to the restroom and being the nice husband he is came back with some chocolate ice cream…um….at least I hope it was chocolate ice cream.  I’m pretty sure he went to the campground store and bought me an overpriced but oh-so-delicious chocolate ice cream that had chocolate chunks in it AFTER he went to the restroom.  Chris despises chocolate…so this was a big deal.  I have a wonderful husband and I would like to acknowledge his awesomeness at this time…this is the same awesomeness that he acknowledges to himself (and to anyone who may be listening) every day when he looks in the mirror).


Departing from Cruz Bay, St. John. See? Not a cloud in the sky on our last day!

Upon reflection (Hey! Another “R”!), however, we decided that the vacation was fabulous because it was real.  We wanted to be out and in nature and we got our share of it.  We had critters, rodents, rain, and every other thing that nature brings.  Maybe it wasn’t our dream vacation but it was real.  We are well-rested, relaxed, and have some fabulous memories and great laughs about our time in St. John.  The campground community is wonderful and we met some really cool people.  Do I highly recommend a vacation there?  Four days ago I would have said “No.”  Today, “Yes.”  For a true nature experience, go to St. John and camp at Cinnamon Bay.  The beach is beautiful, the campground community is unbeatable, and living on “island time” makes for a great vacation.

 

“R” Vacation (Part I)

21 Jan

View of Cinnamon Bay from the top of Cinnamon Bay Trail.

Last week we took a vacation.  Now, I know what you’re thinking.  We live in a travel trailer and travel the country…aren’t we already on vacation? Technically, I guess I am.  But, not Chris.  And, with a baby on the way, we both wanted to spend a week on a vacation…together…before our lives as we know them are turned upside down.  Further, I wanted a week that didn’t involve Chris having a phone permanently attached to his ear for ten hours a day.  Our ideal vacation involved airplane travel, beaches, sunshine, snorkeling, and a new and unfamiliar region.  After looking at the calendar in December, it appeared that last week was the only week Chris could be completely offline as his work schedule is tight for the next several months.  For our destination, we chose the island of St. John in the U.S. Virgin Islands. And, since Chris wanted to be completely offline and close to nature, we camped on the beach at Cinnamon Bay.

The majority of the island of St. John is a national park and the snorkeling and beaches are said to be spectacular.  Cinnamon Bay has sites where you can bring your own tent and supplies.  Unfortunately (or, in my opinion, fortunately), these sites were all full.  Instead, we booked 6 nights in one of the campground-supplied canvas tents, which comes with cooking supplies, a lantern, a cooler, a food storage bin, cots, and linens.  It all came together quickly and it sounded perfect.
Unfortunately it wasn’t exactly the perfect vacation we planned for but that doesn’t mean we didn’t have a great time.  A description of our vacation can be broken down into a series of Rs:

Our humble abode for the week. Notice it is lucky #13.

REST:  I’m not an expensive resort girl. I don’t need the all-inclusive, fancy dining, no-reason-to-leave-the-resort-grounds, vacation.  But, am I a camping girl? I live in campgrounds but in the comfort of my Airstream.  Sure, I can shower with bugs now, but can I do a full week in a tent? Can I endure a week of cold showers? This was going to be a new adventure for me.  The first few nights were not restful…at all.  Unidentifiable critters were running over the tent or scurrying around the bottom of the tent.  The tree frogs were really loud. (I lived in Boston and slept soundly with loud city streets. But, sirens, traffic and drunk people have nothing on tree frogs.)  The humidity was brutal. And, well…my cot was not the most comfortable.  So, the first two nights were challenging.  I laid there with my eyes wide open, envisioning the unidentifiable critters attacking me in my sleep.

On our second night, after the critter noises grew closer and sounded like they were inside our tent,  we devised a system involving an extra cot mattress and shoes to block the holes in the tents in an effort the keep critters out (more about that later).
By the third night, we were exhausted and we couldn’t figure out where everyone was in the campground.  The rows of tents near ours appeared dark by 7:30pm.  Were the occupants sleeping?  Was that the secret–to go to bed before the critters all come out at night so by the time they come out you are in a deep sleep?  We decided to test that theory.  So, that night, we followed what we thought our neighbors were doing.  We went to sleep at 8pm.  And, sadly, we were awake by 3am…when it was still dark and still creepy.

Entrance to the campground office and pavilion. Highly recommend hanging out here at nights.

On the fourth night, we decided to stop hanging out at our tent at night and head up to the pavilion to play cards.  I was quickly growing tired of bugs and the lantern only attracted more of them.  Upon arrival at the campground pavilion, it was then that we learned that all of the intelligent campers (a group to which, until that night, we did not belong) were there every night, playing cards and socializing.  The bugs were nonexistent there.  Campers stayed in this comfortable environment until around 11pm.  So, we did the same.  That night and for the rest of the nights, I slept soundly…never worrying about the critters or even noticing my somewhat uncomfortable cot.  Perhaps I grew accustomed to the noises and finally found the tree frogs comforting instead of irritatingly loud.  Or, maybe the critters decided to leave me alone.

RELAXATION:  We were completely removed from all things electronic (i.e. computers, phones, televisions, etc.).  We spent a week playing cards, reading, eating, and playing in the ocean…when possible.  It was wonderful.

Sitting at our tent on a rainy day. Yeah...um...those clothes hanging in the background never did dry...

RAIN:  Our first two days were amazingly beautiful.  On Tuesday, we spent the day on the beach and playing in the massive waves.  On Wednesday, we hiked one of the nearby trails, caught a bus to town, bought our groceries, made our way back to the campground, and mapped out our week as to where we wanted to snorkel and hike.

On Thursday, we woke up to rain.  Lots of rain.  There were moments where it stopped and a glimpse of blue sky was seen.  We immediately rushed out to the beach along with every other camper to have a few moments in the water or on the beach.
My birthday was on Friday.  I was sure the rain would stop so I could enjoy a day on the beach.  Not so.  It rained all day.  There was never even a break.  It was still an excellent birthday that involved delicious food.  And, I do love food!

The beach at Cinnamon Bay

On Saturday, we had our longest break from the rain and were hopeful that the rain had finally stopped.  We ventured into Coral Bay to check out the village and the other side of the island that we had been curious to see all week.  I found a local paper in town that said Sunday’s forecast was only 20% chance of rain.  We celebrated by buying some fruit at the local market and began planning our last full day of the vacation.  It involved a long hike to Waterlemon Cay and snorkeling at what was said to the be the best snorkeling spot on the island. We were hopeful and excited.

On Sunday, it rained.  All day.  Out of desperation, we swam in the ocean while the rain poured down.  The regulars at the campgrounds (those that come every January year after year) informed us that they had NEVER seen this much rain in January.  Figures.
On Monday, our departure day, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky.  The sun was shining brightly.  Campers were excitedly making their way to the beach as we packed up.  Not wanting to miss the fun, we did go and spent 45 minutes in the water.  It was heavenly.
This isn’t all the Rs.  Nope…there is still more to come! Check back tomorrow for the rest of our adventure that involves our quality time with nature.


 

Revenge of the Birds

08 Jan

The eagles keeping watch over the campground

I am really enjoying our campground in Alva, Florida. The weather warmed up these past few days and we have been enjoying the sights of rather large fish jumping out of the water, catching glimpses of manatees (which only come out when we don‘t have the camera in hand), and admiring two large bald eagles that sit perched on a limb looking out at the over the campground.

It's hard to capture just how much of a mess has been created. But, trust me, it's a lot of poo. Eew.

While we are enjoying our visit, apparently the numerous birds in the area are not happy with us being here. (Seriously…there are a lot of birds here.) Do they know of my fear (and sometimes, my hatred) of them? (Chris says “my hatred” is too mean.  So, I apologize. At one time in my life, I had a strong dislike of birds. Over time, an appreciation for birds has developed.  That being said, I still have very little appreciation of the pigeon.) But, in this situation, what did we do? Apparently we did something to ruffle their feathers.

I highly recommend these parking spots offered to campers!

Of all the campsites in this park, I think we got the only one with a tree that sits right next to the entrance of our site. Its branches spread out just perfectly over our newly washed white truck. The birds must have had a nice laugh as they sat comfortably in this tree, releasing their poo all over our pretty white vehicle…which is no longer pretty. Or white. It’s to the point now that other campers are stopping by and commenting on the massive amounts of bird poo that cover the front of the truck. It’s out of control.

I write this only to suggest that if you find yourselves in Site #16 at W.P. Franklin Campground, take advantage of parking spots allotted to campers and move your vehicle to that spot at once! …At least they didn’t mess up the Airstream. Yet.

 

Sing It, Willie!

07 Jan

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year, everyone!  I’m happy to say that we’re on the road again.  We had a wonderful time with our families in Tampa and Atlanta for the holidays and thankful to have the opportunity to spend the time with all of them.  That being said, I suspect they are happy to have our Airstream out of their driveways as we made parking somewhat complicated at times.  After nearly two months of staying in immobile homes, we are excited to be back in our shiny aluminum house on wheels…which, thanks to Chris, has some new upgrades!

During our brief hiatus from campground living, Chris installed new speakers, satellite radio, and closet shelving.  We also purchased a small ceramic space heater and a small vacuum (“small” obviously being a significant trait for all purchases!). And, last but not least, we even purchased some lettering and added our website address to the window of the Airstream.  So, now, you’ll know it’s us!  (Please wave if you see us…we like that.)  

Our fabulous campsite at the ACOE park in Alva, FL

We excitedly departed Tampa last Sunday and drove to Sarasota where we had weeklong reservations at the lovely Myakka River State Park.  Since we’ve been out of our routine for a few months, we seemed to have forgotten some important issues we learned along our travels over the summer.  One: Every time I make reservations, it doesn’t work out so I previously vowed to never make reservations ever again without first seeing the park. Apparently I forgot this vow.  Two: Never, EVER unhitch and settle in without first checking whether receiving internet/phone signal is possible.  And, Three: Begin your travels earlier in the day so that in case of you need to change campsites, you are not doing so late Sunday night.

Sunset views from the campsite

Yes, our first day back on the road brought back memories of our earlier travel days.  We are clearly out of practice.  Myakka River State Park was beautiful and I enjoyed my hour there but, sadly, it just wasn’t meant to be.  So, after changing campgrounds…er…twice…we are now settled at a  fabulous Army Corps of Engineers campground in Alva, Florida.  We totally lucked out with this site as it was a last-minute cancellation that we were able to snag.  (Shout out to the super friendly woman at the ACOE office who took my many calls with me asking, “so…do you know the status of the site yet? Have they cancelled? Have they? Have they?“ Her patience with me was unbelievable!)  We have beautiful water views (with an occasional glimpse of manatees!), hot showers, laundry (bonus!) and, thankfully, an internet signal. Now if only Florida would actually warm up! Brrr!!!!

 
 
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