Bread bags...

 Still heading east, we left Santa Rosa Beach to St. Joseph's Peninsula State Park. It's located on the panhandle. I say the term panhandle like I know what I'm talking about, when in reality my Floridian friends enlightened me. I called it the main land area of Florida, much to their amusement. I thought the hanging down part looked more like a panhandle than the portion that curves over toward Alabama. 

The drive was beautiful, with a mixture of marsh and sandy beaches. We found that apparently we aren't the only bears that like to go to the beach! 

 Homeless bear crossing.

Homeless bear crossing.

 St. Joseph's Peninsula had beautiful dunes and beaches, with a wooded wildlife preserve on the tip. It was cold and breezy, so we stayed inside most of the time. The last night we were there it rained harder than we have experienced in the camper so far. It was so loud, I couldn't hear the TV. Luckily, Paul and I love to read.

In my last blog I mentioned how we get a lot of attention for being an unusual RV. When you're unusual, just park next to someone more unusual!

 Our camper says...there's nothing to see here, look at that guy<<!

Our camper says...there's nothing to see here, look at that guy<<!

 Since we left California, we have been stuck inside quite a bit, due to weather. So far, it hasn't been an issue. It bothers Fiona the most. She loves to be outside, and hates the rain.

 Whoa is me...

Whoa is me...

When we told people that as soon as Paul retired, that we were going to travel full time in a truck camper, most people were envious. A lot of people said that we were going to have a huge adjustment;  Not only spending almost every minute together, but doing it in a very small RV. I'm happy to report that we haven't had any issues with either one. For one thing, we just get along, and enjoy each others company. Don't get me wrong, we annoy one another sometimes, but not any more now than before. Secondly, since we took the same days off, when I was working and when I quit, I would try to schedule chores when he was gone, we were used to spending lots of time together. Plus, him getting to sleep all night, every night makes Paul a happy boy! The lack of stress has to be a huge factor in anyones happiness. Anyone that thinks they'd like to travel the country in an RV when they retire, I say make it happen! Start saving, start planning, don't think it will never happen; make it happen. As an undisclosed source would say, YOLO!  ;)

 One happy camper!

One happy camper!

 As most days after a good rain, the next day was crisp, clean and sunny! Unless you have mud, which we didn't. A good thing about camping in beach areas is sand and water don't make mud. A bad thing is the sand still gets stuck to your shoes and comes inside with you. Growing up in the country, and having to walk to the school bus stop in the mud (there aren't sidewalks in the country), I learned to cover my shoes with bags. Back then, my Mama would save the bread bags for the job. If there's one thing I can't stand, it's dirty shoes! 

 They aren't bread bags, but they work!

They aren't bread bags, but they work!

 With everything cleaned up and the sun shining, we were off to our next stop. That day we had a little longer drive, since there isn't much where the panhandle turns into the hanging down part. We had a reservation in an area called Keaton Beach, south of Perry. I knew from when I called that it wasn't going to be a fancy park, since they only take cash or checks, and I was right. It's basically a fishing town. I shouldn't say town, it's not even that. I guess you'd call it a fish camp. A lot of people leave trailers and boats here year round and spend their time off here. During the week, there's hardly anyone around, but the weekend was busy. Okay, there were three other campsites occupied! There isn't really a beach to speak of, but the camp sits right on the gulf, so it's still a nice spot. We have had some warm, sunny days, but the rain is supposed to find us again tomorrow. That's okay, it's a travel day. Tomorrow we head south to Cedar Key.

 When the tide comes in, the boats go out.

When the tide comes in, the boats go out.