Our first few stops during our month-long road trip were short but sweet. I sorta felt like they were little appetizers. Hubby and I always find that when we travel, it takes us a couple of days to settle in a bit. This is especially the case when we travel long distances in the RV...we hate to admit it, but even my husband, the optimist, frets that something will go wrong/break down/derail our plans. (We did have some little glitches, but more on that later.) So the first few stops were actually really good, not only because we enjoyed them and they made the trip to our first major stop much easier, but because they helped us work out some kinks--both actual and imagined.
Stop 1 was Melbourne, Florida, 3 hours north of home, and a very familiar place for us: Tantala's house (Tantala is yiddish for aunt, and it's what the boys call our dearest friend, Beth). We couldn't drive by without stopping to spend some time with her. We were rookies in teaching and in life when she transferred to our school. Everyone instantly fell in love with her, but the three of us formed a very special friendship and we can not imagine our lives without her. The boys have grown up alongside her grandchildren and while they play and act goofy and refer to themselves as "sorta like cousins," the three of us sit in her living room and talk for hours.
Stop 2 was St. Augustine, Florida, where we have visited a couple of times before, but Aidan Kai was too little to remember it, and Ben wanted to go back after learning about it in school. We walked around the town, shopped, and visited the Castillo de San Marcos.
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| Gunpowder room in the fort |
Our campground was on the beach, and after a full day of exploring, we went for a late afternoon walk on the beach. The boardwalk seemed to stretch on forever, and as we were walking, I managed to capture this moment:
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Stop 3 was the bizarre South of the Border, SC. We needed a place to stop and rest during the 16 hour drive it would take to get us from St. Augustine to Cedar Island, NC, so we decided to stop at this iconic spot. For over 50 years it's been there, in the middle of nowhere, between North and South Carolina. It was labeled on Yelp and Tripadvisor as an "amusement park." Yeah. Uh. No. I had never been, and although I had heard about it, read about it, and saw pictures online, nothing could prepare me for the cheesiness and weirdness of the place. It consisted of random, giant statues of chickens, hippos, whales, and donkeys (just to name a few) strewn across a giant compound with an indoor pool (I called it the cesspool, but the official name was--I kid you not--The Pleasure Dome), a motel that looked straight out of a 1980's horror film, gift shops that contained just about anything you could imagine, and sad looking employees sweeping the parking lots.
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| Surely, the Griswalds would have loved this place. |
Anyone who travels regularly in an RV knows that things are bound to go wrong. One just hopes they are minor issues, not the kind that leave you stranded on the side of the road for 14 hours. The generator was acting up, and because there is ABSOLUTELY NO WAY POSSIBLE the 4 of us could survive in the summer inside this much beloved tin can for several hours at a time, we wanted to err on the side of caution, and made a stop at Camping World to get it checked out. (They couldn't find anything wrong with it, but a mobile mechanic came out later when we were in OBX and took care of it, so thankfully, we are traveling with full AC and video games for those 8-hour-drives.)
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| Generator check-up |
Along the way, I took over the driving for a couple of hours, mostly to get over my new fear of doing so. Although never a fan of driving a 32-foot-long mobile home, I was never really scared of it. After our accident in December, and ever since pulling my pick up truck behind it, I became almost paralyzed with the fear. So we picked some calmer roads and highways and after a little while of white-knuckling it, I managed to do all right.
More mini adventures along the way: Neither of our driving apps warned us about the road closure we encountered on our way to Cedar Island. (Although one local old guy did stop to point out repeatedly that there were six signs along the way doing just that. "Six signs! Six! If I had a dollar for every one who didn't see those and had to make a u-turn...Six!"). When one is driving a thing that long with a truck attached, let's just say that u-turns are just not an option. Neither is backing up. So. We did a little off-roading. It was interesting. It was fun. Only because I was not behind the wheel at the time.
Stop 4 was Cedar Island, NC, a beautiful and isolated (and unbearably, oppressively hot) campground just outside the Outer Banks ferry we would be taking first thing the next morning.
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| Waiting to load the RV onto the ferry for Outer Banks |
Next stop: Hatteras, NC in the Outer Banks, one of my very favorite places!
