Down The Road A Piece ... in a 5th wheel: Thurs & Fri Feb 24-25 Torreya State Park

We needed to get a few things at the store today which is not as easy as jumping on the bikes and riding 7-8 miles to Wally Mart like at Gulf Shores. The closest town to Torreya State Park is Bristol which is about 12 miles away but it doesn't have any large stores so we went to Quincy, Florida which was about 25 miles away. Found Walmart and then went to a unique liquor store where we got a good deal on Cuervo Gold. We passed on the deal to buy a quart of Georgia moonshine which I now regret. Then had some fried chicken at a local restaurant and headed back to the park. On Friday we did a hike on one of the trails in the park that had some civil war confederate gun placements over looking the river. Below are some pictures of Torreya State Park, a couple from our trip to Quincy and more pictures of the park from today's hike. Jack

I'm adding a few things here....Not sure how to be politically correct saying this but if you are Gabe or Jason you will totally GET it and know exactly what I'm talking about. Jack mentioned the liquor store. What he didn't tell you was this; we were visiting this little southern town where it was obvious we were the minority. While traveling down the main street of the town a delicious smell wafts through the truck windows. We decided to investigate. Jack went to the next light to go around the block. We came upon this "unique" liquor store. That's saying it nicely. It's a small, one room brick building with bars on the windows. We pull in to the parking lot and my eyes immediately go to the house next door. Along the back of the yard sat 10 or so men of color some of whom had their brown paper bag. By now I know better than to argue with Jack about these "uncomfortable" situations he gets us in. I just go with the flow and hope for the best. I proceed, along with Jack, to the liquor store where stands a man bearing a huge grin and obviously already three sheets to the wind. I later saw this same man at the restaurant so I'm guessing he didn't work at the liquor store. Anyhow we walk in to the front door and I immediately am accosted by the smell of Old Spice or some such smell that is equally as annoying. I swallow but am quickly greeted with enthusiasm by the employees/owners of the liquor store. I have forgotten where we are until we leave and see the 10 drinking buddies again. They are most likely still laughing about us.

In another matter, the campground ranger came by yesterday and asked Jack what he could do for us to help smooth out the situation with our "angry" neighbor? Of course Jack told him we were fine. It was nice that the ranger was so thoughtful. Yesterday Jack did share one of his latest musical downloads by playing her Cee Lo Green's original F*** Y** song a few times and he played her the real version not the Grammy version.

We will be leaving this place and heading towards Jacksonville on Monday. It's like Jack said, "It's not the end of the world but you can see it from here." After that we're not sure where we are headed.