Easter
Sunday started off fun because Dave had a shower companion before we left.
This little
guy was just hanging out, representing Florida the best way he knew how.
We look one
last romp around the open area with the dogs and started packing up to go to
Jekyll Island, Georgia. First, I want to
mention that Mike Roess State Park has positively prehistoric sized pine cones.
Second, we
found these two items on our picnic table when we got there and I thought one
was an elk or a deer or something, and the other was…. I had no idea.
Then Dave
looked closer and there were antlers and now we see he’s a moose.
We’ve
adopted him as our RV mascot. I think he'll be Mike the Moose, named for the park..
As I have
many times this trip, I find myself saying that I’m going to miss this place
with its beautiful serenity and lush forests.
Goodbye, Mike Roess State Park. I
am really, really going to miss you.
Our drive to
Jekyll Island was only a tad over two hours so in our excitement to make blueberry
pancakes with sausage the next day for breakfast, we figured out we need real
maple syrup and that means a grocery stop.
Turns out that Publix is closed on Easter Sunday but our pagan friends
at Winn Dixie were open and ready to sell us real maple syrup! We also stopped at Petsmart for Maiya’s food
and got gas so Easter Sunday was a day of errands for us.
On our way
into Georgia, we stopped at the Georgia Visitors Center for a break and it was
quite nice! Since I don’t drive between
states very often I didn’t realize that the visitors centers are a great place
for a rest stop. They have picnic
tables, they’re well kept, there are large grassy areas and plenty of room for
parking a huge RV. Dogs got a nice walk,
we had a picnic and everyone enjoyed the outstanding weather that came with us
from Florida.
We arrived
at Jekyll Island and I gotta say the RV park looked a lot like an enchanted
forest. Well, like a crowded
neighborhood in an enchanted forest anyway.
We found our spot and it was nestled right between three other rigs so
once you walk out the front door, it’s time to say hi to your neighbors since
they’re RIGHT THERE. Hmmm. Far cry from the space and quiet of Mike
Roess, but I’m cool with it.
There were
pine needles covering all the grounds and squirrels everywhere. Unfortunately, the park was so crowded that
letting Maiya off the leash to chase them was out of the question so she spent
the next few days looking longingly out at squirrels who came up close to the
pen to taunt her. She shot us looks like
we were doing this to torture her but I promise we weren’t.
We sat
outside for a while until the sun started to go down and we had to go in
because the mosquitos and no-see-ums were horrible. I got a lot of bites and was ready to call it
a day.
Monday I
woke up with not one, not two but THREE ticks on me. OH DEAR GOD.
Thank goodness I’m with the OG Boy Scout because I was one step from
hysteria but he took care of them.
However, even the presence of blood sucking parasites wasn’t going to
spoil my blueberry pancake with real syrup breakfast. It was funny because Dave cooked the pancakes
outside on his camp stove and all our neighbors are RIGHT THERE so all the
other campers knew what we were having for breakfast.
We met
Darryl and Molly from Florida who are raising their granddaughter Aubrey, and
Darryl is quite the talker. It’s a far
cry from the solitude we’ve had so far but not necessarily unwelcome. Once the dogs were walked, we put them up and
went to Driftwood Beach. I’ll let the
pictures tell you how beautiful and haunting this beach is.
We saw a
little bit of wildlife including a crab,
A sea bird
(maybe a type of piper?),
And some
sort of bird that looked like a statue because he never moved.
This trunk
reminded me of an abstract painting.
Mother Nature can be so artistic.
So many
trees. On a beach!
That
afternoon we read and relaxed and finally busted out the puzzle I brought! It’s 1000 pieces and I have a cool mat that
you can roll up if you aren’t finished and it keeps it all in place. I think the park at Jekyll Island is lovely
but we woke up each morning to the trash truck coming down the streets and
there are lots of sounds like you’re living in a suburb. It wasn’t unlike being at home and that
wasn’t so appealing. At Mike Roess we
woke up to birds and calm. I also woke
up to numerous additional bug bites that caused me to go through a half a tube
of Cortisone cream to keep from itching myself into an ICU.
Uh oh. I have a feeling nothing will live up to Mike
Roess. Even gorgeous Jekyll Island.
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