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| The pavillion at Oaks and Pines |
As
I'm sure you've noticed, we rarely stay at private RV parks. For one
thing, they don't often meet our budgetary requirements, and even
more important, they are too parking lot-like where we enjoy more
natural surroundings. We couldn't find any state parks or national
forests near Gainesville with an available site, so here we are. It
was typical of an older private park and in dire need of improved restroom facilities - there were
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| Our site |
only two for all the sites and while
clean, were sadly outdated. The woman (presumably one of the owners)
was perfectly pleasant, but the man had a reall attitude. He insisted
that everyone park their towing vehicles behind their RVs and when I
asked why, he got huffy and said he had kicked out the last folks who
didn't want to park where he told them to. I reminded him that I had
simply asked the reason for the rule and he
finally calmed down enough to tell us. While we didn't necessarily
agree with his reasoning, we parked behind the RV, but his quick
temper pretty
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| more of the rv park |
much guaranteed we won't be back.
On
Saturday, we left Lake City around 6 AM, drove to Gainesville, picked
up a U-Haul trailer (I won't even go into that fiasco), went by the
house and picked up some extra furniture and took it down to the new
(to them) house my daughter and her family were moving into. We go to
their place around 11 and shortly thereafter, Beth and the three kids
showed up. We got a complete tour of the house, caught up with what
Charley and Lizzie were doing in school, were appropriately amazed at
how quickly Pete is growing, and had time for a good
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| The new house |
chat with Beth.
By that time, Kevin arrived with lunch, we ate, and headed back for
the U-Haul store, then got back to the campground around 7 PM. Thank
goodness, that's an unusual day for us, but seeing the kids made it
all worth while.
The
next day, we caught up on some cleaning and tried to get onto the
advertised wi-fi, but couldn't at the campsite. Rich was determined
enough to walk over to the pavilion and work
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| Beth, Pete, and Charley |
at a picnic table, but
it wasn't worth it to me, so I stayed at camp and read.
We
left Monday for Stephen Foster and a week of exploring.
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| View from the master bedroom |
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Lizzie, Pete, Charley
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| Pete playing by Beth's cello case |
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