On April 3rd, we convoyed to Kissimmee, FL, camping at Sherwood Forest RV Resort. Sebastian and I reluctantly pulled out on our own three days later. It was a bittersweet parting. As much as I looked forward to going it alone, I would miss my sister, my best friend. Since we have reached retirement years, we have become very close. I married and moved away when I was a mere sprout of eighteen. She was just thirteen. We had very little in common back then. Through the years, we raised our families and were a bit closer but we never shared the closeness of sisters until I began spending vacations with them and then eventually camping together. We now share clothing, jewelry, secrets and deep love for one another. It was a tearful drive once I got out on the open road. Getting on the road was another matter. Emory, my ever-caring bro-in-law, agreed to lead me to a gas station where I would fit. I still haven't quite learned to accurately judge how much space I need to make a u-turn. Therefore, as I pulled forward away from the pump, I came right up to the bumper of a small parked car. I thought I had misjudged the distance between Bearfoot and the car. As my front end came up to the car bumper, I thought the worst case - I've got to remove my tow vehicle so I can back up and get out of this spot I've driven in. I started to get out of my seat but as I glanced to the left, I saw Emory jogging back to guide me through the turn. Was I glad to see him!! As it turned out, I could make the turn but it was close. One thing about pulling a car behind is the inability to back up. The car must be removed first. The process usually takes about 5 minutes but under pressure, it can seem like hours. I have discovered with my Blue Ox hitch that the car needs to be in line with the coach for me to get it off. If I get stuck in a u-turn position, I'm not sure I can get the car unhitched. I didn't have time to think of farewell tears until I got out on the open road. I went around Orlando via 417, the toll road. It was an easy trip under a cloudless sky with very little traffic. I connected with Hwy. 17 in Sanford and nosed Bearfoot North to a night's rest in Gross, FL right on the FL/GA border on the St. Mary's River. April 7th back on the road looking forward to a couple of days on the beach at Murrell's Inlet State Park, SC. Being a self-proclaimed beach bum, I've visited many beaches on both coasts and the Carribean. Murrell's Inlet SP rates in the top three. It bears little impact from man's occupation. The fresh water ponds are habitat for several alligators. But I am turned away since the park is full.
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