Sweet (Temporary) Home Alabama…

The (relatively) short drive from Florida Springs Campground to Payne’s RV Park in Mobile, Alabama was uneventful, although I did wish I’d had my camera ready when we passed the exit for I-110 to Pensacola. The bridge supports had wonderfully detailed and painted bas reliefs of the Blue Angels on them (Naval Air Station Pensacola being the home of that elite Navy and Marine Corps demonstration squadron). I found a picture online to show how it looks:

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Not one of my pictures, but still pretty neat. (photo courtesy of SoutheastRoads.com)

 

On Monday we visited Dauphin Island, about 20 minutes down the road from Payne’s. Dauphin Island is known as the Sunset Capitol of Alabama, but there was way too much cloud cover to even think of seeing a sunset later in the day. Instead, we went to two very different attractions that were located on the far eastern end of the island: The Estuarium and Fort Gaines.

The Estuarium is a small but interesting take on an aquarium, giving visitors a very good understanding of the local estuary of Mobile Bay and its ecology. Even though the attraction seems to be geared more towards school-aged children, it still offers a very good experience for adults. After an 8 minute introductory film, in which we learned that Mobile Bay is only an average of 10 feet deep and receives more rain annually than Seattle (over 5 feet!), we proceeded to tour the rest of the exhibit area, trailed by a docent named Neil who was quick to give more information on any of the subjects covered. The exhibits proceed from fresh to salt water, much like the Mobile Bay estuary itself, with each of the couple dozen aquariums containing varieties of fish, amphibians, reptiles, and shellfish native to that particular zone. About midway through our perusal of the exhibits, Neil informed us it was just about stingray feeding time, so we hurried to the outdoor touch tank to view the proceedings.

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A scorpionfish and lionfish (both invasive species for Alabama) at the Estuarium.

The touch tank contained several varieties of stingray, a couple skates, a small school of mullet, and a fairly friendly bonnethead shark. The docent for the tank (I didn’t catch his name) gave us a bit of information on each of his charges, let us dangle our hands in the geothermally heated water so we could touch the rays and shark, then threw a small bucketful of chum into the water for the animals to slurp down. After that, we trooped back inside to continue through the remainder of the Estuarium.

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A stingray, bonnethead shark, and school of mullet in the Estuarium touch tank.

After we finished at the Estuarium, we headed a short distance down the street to Fort Gaines, a Civil War era fort that was definitely much more impressive to us than its sister fort in Charleston, Fort Sumter. Unlike Fort Sumter, Fort Gaines remains pretty much the way it was back in the Civil War, with only a few relatively minor changes having been made in the intervening years. A very detailed walking tour is included in the brochure you are given upon entry, and following it can reveal some striking details regarding the construction and daily life that took place within the fort. A Master Blacksmith was even on hand to demonstrate his craft within the same portion of the fort that would have been used by the garrison blacksmith. The area surrounding the island and fort were the site of The Battle of Mobile Bay, during which Union Admiral David Farragut is rumored to have proclaimed, “Damn the torpedoes. Full speed ahead.” The fort itself was surrendered to Union forces on August 8, 1864, after 4 days of fighting.

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The front of Fort Gaines on Dauphin Island in Alabama.

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Sighting down the wall of Fort Gaines.

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Ouch.

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A view of the intricate brickwork in the curved ceiling of a bastion magazine at Fort Gaines.

All in all, it was an interesting day of sightseeing, with much more to come in Mobile, especially as Mardi Gras season progresses. Stay tuned.

 

On The Road Again…

On January 13, we packed up and left Wekiva Falls, heading over to Southern Aire RV Resort a few miles northeast of Tampa for the 2016 RV Supershow. Since the Supershow is billed as the largest RV show in the USA, and it’s also where, several years ago, we figured out that the Montana 3400RL was the floorplan we were most in love with, we wanted to browse around the various fifth wheels on offer to get an idea of what we might want down the road when it comes time to trade in the Montana. We decided to split our visit into two different days: one to spend going through the vendor buildings, and the second to actually check out the RVs themselves.

Thursday in the vendor buildings was interesting but sadly a bit of a disappointment compared to past years. Most of the vendors were just general salespeople from various RV dealerships around the general area hawking products, with only a handful of the vendors being actual reps from the products’ parent companies. We did pick up a bunch of travel brochures for our plans this summer, and we found ourselves a bit intrigued by one vendor booth from a company called Harvest Hosts, that touted, “stay overnight for free at farms and wineries”. Now as those closest to me may know, I’ve always been an animal lover and I definitely enjoy a good glass of wine or two (or three!) in the evening, so I grabbed a copy of their pamphlet and made a mental note to look into the business. After doing a bit of online research, we realized a membership in Harvest Hosts would be a great thing for us. Pay $44 for a year (plus 3 bonus months for joining at the Supershow) and over 500 farms, wineries, distilleries, and museums around North America will allow us to dry camp for no cost on their property overnight. All they ask is that we patronize their business while we’re there, something we would do anyway when dry camping. So we decided to join and occasionally spend our money supporting small businesses instead of buying our wine and produce (or other farm products) at the big box stores all the time.

Saturday was for going through the RVs at the Supershow, and we must have checked out practically every well-made brand of fifth wheel and toyhauler there. Most of the ones we looked at were not exactly what we were looking for, but one in particular stood out – the Jayco Pinnacle 36KPTS. It’s a bit bigger than the Montana that we currently have, but it seemed to suit us very well. We’ll definitely keep it in mind over the next few years and see what happens.

We stayed another week at Southern Aire so Lewis could get some work done and we could relax a bit, then off we went on January 23 to Torreya State Park up in the Florida Panhandle. It was just an overnight stop for us on the way to Mobile, Alabama, so we had booked it online instead of over the phone like we usually like to do with campgrounds. It turned out to be a mistake. Even though the picture of the campsite looked great and the campsite we chose could supposedly take up to a 60’ RV (we’re only 37’4”), when we arrived we were greeted by a two foot-wide tree growing dead smack in the middle of the entrance to the campsite we had reserved. Somehow that tree had not been visible in the picture online, but there was no way we were getting our Montana into that site, as there was very limited room to maneuver on the campground road for backing around the tree and into the site. No rangers were anywhere to be found and the campground office wasn’t open even though it should have been, so we decided to take the $23.90 we’d spent on the reservation as a loss and head for another campground, Florida Springs RV Park, about an hour down the highway. And that’s where we sit tonight, before we continue our journey to Mobile in the morning.

You Only Hurt the Ones You Love

It’s been over two months since I last wrote to this blog, but in that time, it seems like our lives have been turned inside out, thrown through an emotional wringer, then hung out to dry in a hurricane. The day after we made reservations at Savannah Oaks in Savannah, GA, we received a phone call. It was our daughter, calling to let us know she was, by accident, nearly four months pregnant and scared. Even though she stated she was scared, we were informed that it wasn’t an emergency and since we had made a rather large, nonrefundable deposit for our next campground, we decided not to go running back to Florida to help her out. Instead, we dragged ourselves to Savannah with heavy hearts and tried to make the best of the two weeks we had booked there. It wasn’t very fun, we saw almost nothing of what we wanted to see, and we worried ourselves literally sick and sleepless the entire time we were there. It almost felt like a prison sentence. Finally the time came to head back to Wekiva Falls in Sorrento, FL and off we went.

When we arrived at Wekiva Falls, we settled in and quickly started accumulating baby items for our daughter, since she barely had enough money to cover her own bills, much less the essentials that a newborn would need. With Christmas fast approaching, we felt a bit guilty that almost all our spending went toward baby items instead of actual presents for our daughter’s use and enjoyment, but what else could we do? Babies need lots of things to thrive and adult wants must take a backseat to them. At least we wrapped the baby items up as Christmas presents to make things feel a bit more festive.

Christmas came and we were emotionally broadsided with another phone call – did we mind if our daughter and her boyfriend just showed up, quickly unwrapped everything and grabbed a some of the Christmas dinner I already had cooking, then left and headed back to his family’s gathering? Um, yes, we did mind, darn it! We’d spent nearly $1000 dollars on baby and maternity things just to be treated like we didn’t matter, and on Christmas Day?! Screw that! We’d already put our own lives on hold because our daughter had claimed to be scared of the situation she was in. The least we could have would be a somewhat decent Christmas together before we got on the road again. So of course even our Christmas was somewhat strained and not the enjoyable family time it should have been. We dished out a bunch of advice to our daughter and her boyfriend, only to have some of it be completely ignored a few days later when our daughter, as she was getting ready to leave from a dinner visit to us, asked what we were doing the day before we had planned to leave Wekiva Falls (12 days in the future) because that was the date she and her boyfriend had set to be married. Nice to fricking be told this by only one half of the couple, and that as she has one foot in her car and is getting ready to leave! Well guess what, it was the straw that broke the camel’s back. No, we’re not showing up for the wedding and we probably won’t be back for the baby’s birth either. We’re not going to be manipulated by a pair of cowards who seem to only want the material things we can provide for them because, unlike them, we are responsible adults who know that money is what makes the world go around, not simply happiness and rainbow colored unicorn farts. We’ve grown up, and maybe some others should do so too.