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Caravan to Maine (Day 1)


Travel Day 1

We sold our house yesterday and left Florida.

Sleeping on an air mattress on the floor in a house that sounds hollow with three dogs is not highly recommended. Nor does it make for a stress-free day to start a long drive. But we managed to leave with our relationship still intact and our cars packed very tightly.

Day one we travelled to Florence, SC. When the parking area of your hotel is full of Harleys and a huge truck with very loud “boom boom” music, you should know that there will be a problem for two people who are road weary and just want a shower and a sleep before travel tomorrow.

Three phone calls later, the front desk got us moved away from the man with the very loud radio and his friends. Once we unplugged the refrigerator that sounded like fire alarms were going off outside, we hit the sack  at 1:00am, the bikers came back to roost with engines revving. I’m sure all of this will be funny when we have arrived home but it wasn’t funny knowing our longest travel day is today.

So, at 5-something this morning when Ned woke up, it was a bit early. But we will get an early start and arrive early. Hopefully, the next hotel will be quieter or it’s going to get ugly. I get less and less functional without sleep.

Monday our internet will be connected at the guest house and the electrician will be coming to separate the guest house electric from the big house panel. Our dream begins.

Bring on day two!



Adios Cocodrilo


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Part of this adventure means saying goodbye to Florida, a flat land with scrub palms, where I’ve been living 47 years, amidst sand spurs, red ant mounds and alligators. I have found myself unexpectedly nostalgic over the unique aspects of this state that I will miss. You can find

Fort Christmas (1 of 1)alligators in your back yard, an ominous black sky before a summer frog-strangler, or iridescent blue green water under miles of oversea highway. There is a lot to like and respect about the earlier residents and their struggles (with no AC), or the kitschy landscape that evolved from them.

But I’ve been here along time and gone through some of the normal life changes, marriage, kids, divorce, death in the family. I guess it shouldn’t come as a surprise that the place has grown on me. I’ve slept on the beach in a youthful drunken stupor, helicoptered over manta rays and lakes filled with gators, walked into cobwebs and orb spiders, waited countless times for the “green flash” at sunset (it’s a myth), swum in lakes that I probably shouldn’t have, and come to terms with the oppressive summer heat. Normal stuff. But I will miss the gators.

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