Thursday, February 27, 2014


The overnight "drenching" rain paused while we hitched up in Montgomery, but it drizzled THE WHOLE, LONG, DREARY, BORING WAY to the Gulf, through the area appropriately called The Dead Lakes.  The Ranger at St Joseph's Peninsula State Park wasn't sympathetic.

"It rained so hard and so long this morning that the Sand has Puddles!"

Again we were blessed. Our site did  NOT have a pond and we made good use of a slight pause to unhitch. Cozy inside, we watched the cabbage palms whipping outside and the wind driving sand against our bedroom window.

A blissful night.  Hot homemade soup and crusty bread, home baked cookies...electric blankets.

The morning was sunny, windy and 40 ish. When the queen awoke, she could survey her realm of Sable Palm and Pines through  sparkling windows.  The News from afar was all about the Weather.  Emissaries from Wisconsin, Michigan and far away Nova Scotia had tales.  Birders and fishermen reported sighting nothing.  Record breaking numbers from home were cited, but the little lady from Pennsylvania in her red ski wear, silenced us all.

"Two inches of Snow, followed by an inch of sleet and ice pellets for the rest of the day. THAT was right here, in the campground, by the Gulf of Mexico, in January."

 She was unanimously acclaimed the "winner" of this bullfight and awarded two ears  and the tail.

For our part, we bundled up, walked the  campground (counting four more Airstreams) and the beach long enough to confirm the reports. No fish, few birds, and a single rather bewildered Alligator. 

Notice, even this little guy is wearing socks on the beach today. 

Sunset is approaching and, in earlier visits, we might have expected folks clutching stemware and vino to appear at the end of the boardwalk. Tonight, perhaps a Thermos and a couple stout mugs.  

Welcome to Florida.

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