Goin' to Florida

Our departure from Paul B. Johnson State Park in Mississippi was interesting.  First we had to drive over the lake’s spillway.  Remember, we had come in the back way so we hadn’t enjoyed the fun of doing this when we arrived.  We did see it when we went looking for the office that first day and there was a lot more water spilling over than there was today.  I inquired at the office yesterday and was told that there is always water on the road there.  I guess you get used to it.  It is the main entrance.  Kirby went slow and it was a piece of cake!

 So, we hadn’t been this direction on our way in.  As we reached the gatehouse and we were faced with the question – right or left?  Our GPS was indicating a right turn so off we went as I pulled up Streets and Trips on the computer.  We were WRONG.  But, we were saved by a church and not for the first time.  Churches usually have nice big empty parking lots that are nice for big rigs to turn around in.  Kirby negotiated the turn around and we headed back the way we came and found the correct right turn that put us out on HWY 49.

And speaking of HWY 49 - that is the most fun stretch of highway I have ever seen.  If we had been in a car, we could have stopped at so many fun places – lots and lots of fruit stands (this time of year you have to wonder what kind of fruit they have), flea markets and antique stores. Just checking them out from the truck was fun.

Part of my entertainment on today’s drive was knowing I am in the south. 

“You know you are in the south when” –

Boiled Peanuts

Crawfish

Catfish

Humidity

We arrived in Pensacola before noon and found the Moose Lodge.  We had emailed with them and had a phone conversation yesterday to ascertain that they had hook-ups available.  Yesterday I was told that they had plenty but to arrive early.  We arrived early.  They have nothing but permanent trailer people living out there.  Some of them have homesteaded the next door sites as patios.  It was nasty and there were no hook-up available of any sort.  So disappointed.  We were looking forward to the adventure of meeting people at the Moose.  I quickly got on my computer and found us a place just past Pensacola.  It is a lovely RV park and just as nice as RV parks can be.  A campground it is not!  And the internet doesn’t work well.  Even our jetpack is not doing a very good job.  We must be out in the boonies! But that is not what we came here for.

We came for FAMILY!  I get to see my very most favorite aunt ever tonight and lots of first, second and whatever type of cousins.  Can't wait!

There were quite a few of these guys at the park and I was remiss in not getting a picture of them all.  Each was unique.

Mobile, Alabama.  I always love being here but have never stopped.

Always know - there IS light at the end of the tunnel!