I am attempting to update my story beginning with the move aboard Bearfoot last Dec. Please forgive me if I appear to digress. I will catch up, I promise. There will also be breaks in the continuity of this journal since some days are travel days and there is no time for posting. There will be times when I will be in what I call "black out". Those are areas of this country where there isn't any web service available as well as cell phone service. Back to the story:
As I pulled into Marte's circular driveway, I realized Bearfoot actually blocked out her house from the road. We were facing southeast though and I arose early each day to witness the glorious sunrises visible in that part of the country due to the flatness and the proximity of the Gulf Stream near Cape Hatteras. An old friend, Gregory, who is the finest electrical engineer and mechanic I know came by. I told him of Bearfoot's tender state in a crosswind. He asked if I had checked the tire pressures. I had not since Colonial Truck in Ashland had presumably done so according to the maintanance I had paid for just a week before I left. Turns out, Bearfoot is very stable in the wind but with six tires carrying all different air pressures, some way over, some way under. It is a miracle we were able to go in a straight line in dead calm. Lesson for me was to take nothing for granted. Gregory fixed several wiring problems I had and blew up the tires. I had time to connect with several dear friends during my brief stay. I also connected with one of several people who needed assistanc e and guidance during their life journey. These dear people confirmed my purpose in taking "this medicine show on the road". My prayers had been answered on many levels as I left for Myrtle Beach, SC early the morning of January 15th, 2005. The cold temperatures seem to be following me and I eagerly turn Bearfoot onto Route 17 South.
Piece of cake with the right psi in the tires. I drive past Myrtle Beach to Point South, SC and the KOA there. Drove 246 miles this day - that is a long day for this gal. From South Point to Hilton Head, where I rendevous with my sister Gloria and her husband, Emory is not far. Hilton Head RV Park is lovely with concrete pads and all the amenities. It is quiet there so I get to pick out my own site by tooling around in a golf cart, map in hand.
Thermostat went on my water heater and it began spraying hot water all over outside the rv. A mobile repair man, Paul came quickly and in no time, it was repaired. First repair of many to come. Funny how I got through the freezing temps for two weeks in VA without any frozen pipes but what do you know, I woke up to a frozen drain on my graywater tank. The sun took care of that problem. January 22nd, we left for St. Augustine, FL in convoy. It's very relaxing for me to follow my bro-in-law's Adventurer. I do have to compromise though and follow him down I95. Jacksonville, FL was slow and congested. It took an hour just to cross the bridge over the river. We pulled into North Beach Campground at Vilano Beach on A1A and were able to park end to end in a huge pullthrough site. I really like the heavy canopy of Live Oaks here. The Atlantic on the East side and the Intercoastal Waterway on the West side. Lots of great seafood here too. I have developed a severe case of bronchitis. January 25th we rolled on out to I95 for the trip to Port St. Lucie, FL. We witness tremendous damage still visible from last season's hurricanes. Huge brush piles, scraggly forests and lots of blue tarp roofs. I need to sleep and heal myself from this bronchitis.
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