Jack is posting numerous pictures from our time here in the swamp. He captured some really beautiful pictures while we were boating yesterday and on an early morning walk he took by himself. The dogs and I were still sound asleep....but it was 7:00 in the morning. Who gets up at that hour if you don't have to go to work? Certainly not me. Or Tanner.
We had to go to the nearest McDonalds for WiFi as our hotspot was sporadic at best in the campground. The nearest McD's is a little over an hour away. If you ever, ever want to get depressed very quickly move to Fargo, GA. The 1st business we came across here in Waycross was a liquor store. As we passed it I told Jack that is a place you would certainly need if you lived around here. Logging seems to be their number one resource, perhaps followed by pecans and blueberries. We have a 17 miles entrance to the state park we are staying at and trust me it is 17 miles of bleakness and nothingness. EXCEPT for the numerous logging roads that are noticeable everywhere along that lonely stretch of nothing. From the surface (for the most part) everything looks normal. The trees stand tall along the road, their trunks baring witness to the forest fire that swept through here 2 years ago. But behind them their shells are empty. It made me pause for a few minutes silently praying that I remember things like this through my life. Build a house you use lumber; have a campfire you use wood. Where does all of that wood come from? Now I know that a lot of it comes from the isolated roads in Georgia.
Tomorrow we are moving on to Calloway Gardens, Pine Mountain, Georgia. It's over a 5 hour drive but Jack says he doesn't mind the drive. Tomorrow can't come soon enough for me. I love RVing but roughing it without a WalMart, well, that's just not even right. Roughing it without civilization is some kind of torture. Seems they have quite a bit of residence homes in this state park. I told Jack they'd have provide some kind of lodging because if you had to drive to the park everyday no one would work at Stephen Foster State Park. Most people would quit the second day.
Our friends from Sandy Oaks, Joann and Wally, said that the fire on Long Island is within 30 miles of their home there. They are leaving Beverly Hills tomorrow just to be on the safe side, I think.
We both have tons of pictures to download but we are heading back to the end on nowhere now and McD's wifi was slower than a snail. Jack was able to download a few pics via our hotspot but again the service was slow. I cannot wait for you to see one he snapped this morning on his walk. It really is an award winning photo but I don't want to give it away. You will be nicely surprised.
Will post more when we get back to the human race tomorrow evening.
A journal written about life, retirement and our journey throughout the United States in a 5th wheel, along with our two Shih Tzus, Tanner and Syndey. Written not for notoriety but for our sons, family and friends, so they know where we are at any given time. And particularly for ourselves. Finally, we get to slow down and smell the roses and we don't want to forget any of it. You are welcome to join us as we go 'Down the Road a Piece'.
