South To Coral Springs for Thanksgiving and More

We departed Blue Springs State Park bound for Coral Springs.  For the first time this month we filled up the big gas tank at the cheapest place I could find generally along the route (thanks Gas Buddy) and headed for I-95.  The mileage and time for this route was about the same as using the Florida Turnpike, with the advantage of not having to drive through Orlando on I-4  nor having to pay the hefty turnpike tolls, and since we were mostly avoiding rush hour timing, the higher traffic density on the interstate would not be as much of a factor.  With only about 30 minutes of construction and accident related delays, we made it to Xavier and Joy’s house in a bit over four hours.

We have put over 20,000 miles on Serenity now.

We planned to be here nearly two weeks, which, since they don’t charge us rent, would be one more factor in making November a great month for us financially.  We did, however, have the Thanksgiving factor to take into account:  Even though we are full time in the RV, we have continued our tradition of hosting Thanksgiving as we did back in our beach condo ownership days, only now we co-host it at Xavier and Joy’s, with Rosemarie and I attempting to do all the cooking.

Just room to fit our rig, our tracker, and their car.

Like in past years I do the turkey while Rose handles most of the sides, and this year our co-hosts surprised us by having a precooked spiral cut ham and a pork shoulder ready to go as well.  Our guest numbers had fluxuated between 7 and 13 during the month lead up to the big day, so at one point this would have been “the right” amount of food.  By Thanksgiving we were down to just six of us, so leftovers would no doubt fill the fridge for weeks what with three main course meats on the table.

Thanksgiving shopping: Bravo had turkey’s on sale for 59 cents a pound!

As always, I followed a three step process in order to ensure proper taste across the white and dark sections of the bird:  It must be brined over night, it must have butter and herbs worked between the skin and the meat, and it must be spatchcocked.  If you have followed this blog for a year or more you already likely know why this is, but for the uninitiated, allow me to elucidate.  Submerging the turkey in a salt water mixture overnight, along with whatever herbs and spices you prefer, raises the moisture content of the turkey, helping to alleviate dry meat syndrome upon cooking.  This is especially true of birds that have been frozen, which tends to dry them out even more.

Brined, buttered, and spatchcocked.

Putting butter and herbs under the skin serves sort of the same purpose as basting, but since its under the skin you don’t have to keep basting, particularly if you follow what I consider the most important step.

PKM curious, but uncertain about the big geese wandering the area.  They look delicious, but pretty damn big.

Spatchcocking.  Which is a fancy word for cutting out the backbone and butterflying the whole turkey.  Compared to a regularly trussed turkey, a spatchcocked on is far flatter, with greater surface area subject to the oven heat.  This means that the dark meat and light meat sections can cook more evenly, and the entire process occurs far faster:  Our 12 pounder was done in than 90 minutes at 350, with a few minutes at 450 just to brown up the top a bit.

Think we have enough meat?

Everything came out great, and we had so much left over that we were still eating turkey and ham for two weeks after the big event.  Thanks to Joy and Xavier for letting us continue our beloved Thanksgiving tradition.

Post Thanksgiving food coma hitting me and PKM.

With 13 days and no markets, Coral Springs was not just about Thanksgiving and relaxation; we had work to do particularly in the reorganization areas.  We made a trip to our paid storage center in Lauderdale to drop off a full carload of items we had been toting around the country unnecessarily along with a few bulky things we had left with in Joy and Xavier’s garage.  This allowed me to empty and re-stow three of our main underbelly compartments such that our access to frequent use items was far more efficient.

After suffering through a couple of years of difficult t access crafting supplies in a hodge podge of containers, we bit the bullet and purchased some pricey plastic stacking drawers from the container store that will make it much easier for Rosemarie to get at the things she needs.  If they work out the way we think, we will probably do another round of purchases to complete the craft and jewelry reorganization process.  During our outing or this purchase, we also stumbled across the West Boca Moose Lodge, the 21st we have visited in our travels.

Finally, having experienced extensive rain leaks through Loki’s soft top seals to the point that the carpet had a significant amount of mold and mildew, we took decisive action to address the symptoms until we can get the right stuff to fix the cause.  In other words, we tore at the entire carpet and padding, front to rear.  This entailed removing all the seats and the center console.  We are debating whether to Rhino Line the whole thing or just leave it untouched for later new carpet install.

After 13 days it was time for us to move on: we had reservations at one of our favorite parks (Periwinkle on Sanibel Island) and four markets in Naples to attend.  We made the 90 minute drive across the state and stopped for one night in Naples RV Resort, a bit further from our market locations than last year’s naples park (Club Naples RV Resort) but for a couple of extra bucks a night, though still on the 50% Passport America rate, we had a much more attractive place to stay, which may end up being our new “go to” stopping point in Naples.

Next up: Naples markets and an extended stay in Sanibel.


Finishing our month in Central Florida at Blue Springs State Park

We had managed to snag one of the increasingly hard to come by weekend openings at Blue Springs State Park, just a couple of miles from our last location, Orange City RV Resort.  This would be our last four days in Central Florida before heading down to Coral Springs for Thanksgiving and then over to Naples and Sanibel for the first part of December.

The front of our Blu Springs site was pretty narrow, to the point that we could barely put the slides out and the awning was a no-go.

But the back of the site was spacious, opening out into our own fire pit area.

The actual spring at Blue Springs had been closed to swimming due to Hurricane Irma related contamination for the first few weeks after our return to the area in October, so I had not made much effort to secure a reservation there.  Now that the water looked to be clear, they had not bothered to test it because the manatees showed up, which prompts an automatic closure of the spring to swimming as well.  Ah well, it’s a beautiful place to stay and the spring is lovely even if you can’t get in it.

We would not have had a lot of time to enjoy things here anyway as we had three markets to attend during the four day stay.  Our favorite, DeLand, resulted in our worst profit for that market ever, but was still good enough to justify attending.  My theory is that we are not close enough to Christmas to enjoy that rush, we depleted our “new vendor bump” during the first three Fridays this year, and the market is becoming saturated with jewelers (I counted 13 this last market) as more vendors learn of the event.

One of PKM’s nemesis.

While on Whidbey Island Rosemarie had added a new item, mermaid crowns, made from shell covered tiaras, to the sales table.  This month she added Christmas ornaments, clear glass globes with a collection of shells, beach sand, and sea glass.  This is only the second holiday that we managed to get out in front of in terms of sale items.

Saturday at the Lake Mary market produced much better results than Deland, and Sunday at Sweetwater-Wekiva was solid as well, allowing us to close out our November market push with ten events ranging from decent to wildly successful.  Ten markets for November is near a peak month for us, so we look forward to a bit of a break from it over Thanksgiving.  We will enjoy eleven day market free stretch then, but we will be right back on the bicycle for another ten events or so in Naples and Central Florida.

Bus and RV parking area at Blue Springs State Park.

Monday morning we broke camp but delayed our southward journey long enough to park the rig down close to the spring and take one last stroll along the boardwalk and nature trail.  Next up: Coral Springs and Thanksgiving.

With State and County Parks getting tight, we shift to a private place: 6 days at Orange City RV Resort

While weekday stays at our preferred North-Central Florida campgrounds were still available, the weekends were getting quite difficult, and rather than do our normal “check for cancellations every day” routine, we decided to try out a private RV park in the area that offered a generous six days at the Passport-America 50% off rate.  Orange City RV Park was not quite as centrally positioned as Lake Monroe, but it was just a couple of miles from son Jackson’s house and our Friday evening Deland market, so it worked out quite well.

The park was so-so, but the window watching was excellent!

With Rosemarie still in Virginia, I moved the rig to it on Friday in the mid afternoon, which left me just enough time to get hooked up before heading down to Deland for the Artisan Alley event.  The park is quite large (over 500 sites) with a lot of semi-permanent park models and mobile homes.  We had full hook ups, but the positioning of the water and power were awkward, requiring me to back in as far as possible to reach the electrical post, which left me 30 feet from the water connection.  Good thing we carry extra hose!

Many of the spots are quite tight, the foliage and trees are limited (probably to cater to all the satellite TV owners) though the amenities were decent: free working WiFi, a nice pool and hot tub, club house, clean shower house, etc.  At $22.50 a night it is a good deal for the area and season, but it kinda drove home how much more we enjoy the state and county park options in this region.  A final downside: our spot was infested with pavement ants (what some call sugar ants) to the point that every single inch of crack and groove in the large concrete pad had the telltale low mounds and trails, and while we were there they made an aggressive migration into our rig, forcing us to really crack down on food protection.

I worked the Friday night market in Deland solo, so perhaps it was a good thing that sales were so slow, giving us our worst performance there so far.  Despite this it was, as usual, a fun experience with great energy.  During the event Rosemarie was making her two leg flight back to Orlando.  The first leg from Norfolk to Charlotte went fine, then things got ugly.

Rosemarie got to return to the fall foliage in Virginia

A laptop battery caught fire at Orlando International Airport, everyone panicked, people running through security without getting checked, etc, and the whole facility shutdown for a while until they could get things under control.  This had a cascading effect on all flights coming into Orlando, of course.  Rosemarie’s flight sat on the tarmac in Charlotte for a while, then pulled back to a gate and deboarded.  After some delays, and in consultation with the pilots, the flight attendants or gate agents told everyone to “check back in at 9 PM for an update.”  So Rosemarie and many others wandered off to get a bite, and when they returned at 9 the plane had already reboarded without announcement and left.  Nice job American Airlines, way to screw the pooch bigly.

Rosemarie and a score of other quite angry passengers from her flight were at first blamed for the problem before the weary booking agents managed to get some of them on the next flight.   Once I got word she was actually taking off, I made the 50 minute drive to MCO and pulled into a very unofficial “cell phone parking lot” just outside the airport, along with what looked like a hundred other cars, and waited for Rosemarie to report she was approaching the pick up area.  I completely underestimated the cramming effect caused by the airport being shutdown earlier and then trying to make up for it with constant arrivals deep into the night: it took me more than an hour to drive the last mile and a half to pick her up, barely creeping along with a thousand other vehicles.  We didn’t get home until 3 am.

A small part of one of the free Veteran’s Day meals.  Thanks Texas Roadhouse!

Does this mean we slept extra late and spent Saturday relaxing?  No, no it does not.  Rosemarie had to spend time sorting and making jewelry to replace what I had sold during the two events I did solo while she was in Virginia, while I had to do a Veteran’s Day run to a bunch of restaurants offering free meals to all vets.  Over the course of the weekend I had four sit down meals on the house (except for the tip of course) and a few take out options for us to enjoy later.  Thanks to the 98 restaurant chains that participated this year.

Cooking demonstration at our Sweetwater-Wekiva market. 

We did another Sweetwater-Wekiva market Sunday with decent results, and spent the remainder of our time at Orange City RV Resort alternatively relaxing and trying to be mildly productive as we approached the end of our Central Florida month long stay.

We celebrated PKM’s 3rd birthday, though we on’t know her real birthday, we got her when she was estimated to be one year old, so we just assigned her B-Day as the day we picked her up.

Next up: Blue Springs State Park, our last stop in Central Florida until mid December.

Getting back on budget via markets and low cost camping at Lake Monroe County Park

With less than three weeks left in Central Florida we wanted to centrally position ourselves to see friends and family, attend markets, and rein in costs as much as feasible.  In support of that we shifted from the fantastic Wekiwa Springs State Park to Lake Monroe County Park about a dozen miles further north.  At less than $17 a night all in, it is significantly cheaper than the area state parks, particularly when you add in the Reserve America fees.

I forgot to take pics of Lake Monroe, so in lieu of that, enjoy these fall colors from Rosemarie’s trip to Virginia this week.

While Lake Monroe doesn’t have the crystal clear spring or immediate lake front camping of our favorite area spots, it has large power and water sites in the woods near a lake.  The county undertook a significant renovation of the electrical and water connections at the park during the last year, which has significantly improved things for most sites, i.e., previously about half of them had one or both connections on the “wrong” side for most RVs, necessitating either extra long hoses and/or cables, or pulling in front first.  Since the reno, most of the sites have full 50 amp and water on the correct side, and the remaining sites are designated for tent camping only with just a 20 amp traditional plug in available.

Linda Rose, Linda’s newest grandchild.

The park has a boat ramp and dock, private toilet/shower rooms, group camping areas, pavilions, and direct access to a nice bike path running up to Gemini Springs and beyond.

We had a week long stay there, during which we fit in five markets!  That’s almost like having a job, but we are taking advantage of being in an area where we have lots of vending options, knowing that come January we might not.  We started with our favorite event in the area, Deland’s Friday night Artisan Alley Farmers Market.  Aside from being pretty good for us the one time we attended last year and last week, we enjoy the ambiance, cooler evening environment, and energetic groups of liquored up people wandering through.  This week did not disappoint.

The last of the ten mermaid crowns

If there is one down side to this event it is the odd method of assigning spots to those that have not yet “earned” a permanent site.  Though the market does not technically start until 6 PM, if you want a spot you need to arrive and sign in with the manager before 5 (ideally 4:30 if you want to be assured of a good spot) and then wait until she starts handing them out at 5:15 by order of sign up, taking a few minutes to discuss with each person their requirements and then walk them to their appointed place.  As this is going on, the permanent vendors are either already there making sales or leisurely showing up to set up once the street is closed off.

The seated woman and the man are vendors who were doing some light drumming, the woman in yellow wandered by and joined in, making an impromptu drum circle, or drum triangle, either way they all knew what they were doing and it was a fun addition.

Once you have managed to luck into being assigned the same spot three times in a row, you “inherit” it and become a permanent vendor.  This can, we are told, take months, and we don’t anticipate ever getting there.  The net result for us is that what would be a three hour event with maybe half an hour on each end for set up and take down turns into a 5 hour affair, though we make the best of things with a beer at Persimmon Hollow while we wait for assignment time.

It was the week leading up to Veteran’s Day, so PKM and I made a run to Chipotle for a Buy One, Get One Free for vets.

I mentioned in our Wekiwa Springs post that we were not happy with our Saturday Sanford market; though we sell OK, it is too long, has too many other overlapping vendors, and doesn’t have a nice “vibe.”  After the October 28 event, we committed to doing the Lake Mary event instead.  This involved a bit of risk and hassle: It is run directly by Seminole County’s Parks & Rec Department, and they have fairly rigid licensing requirements, non-refundable application fees, and up to two weeks to gain approval.

Meanwhile Rosemarie feasted on Chris’ Chicken Pot Pie.  All of Linda’s sons are quite good in the kitchen.

Encouraged by some of the vendors at our Sunday Sweetwater-Wekiva market, we took the chance, paid for the $25 county business receipt, paid the $25 application fee, and were fortunate enough to get approved within days for the first Saturday in November.  The vendor fee is $25 per event for us non-regulars, so our total commitment before even setting up was $75.  We need not have worried: we had a great day easily exceeding our investment.  The manager restricts excessive duplication of vendor types, so we won’t have the option of attending every week, but that day we locked in three more Saturdays between then and Christmas, working around our planned three weeks in SE and SW Florida.

Sunday morning we headed back to Sweetwater-Wekiva for the market, and though foot traffic was quite light (several of the other vendors reported it as one of their worst sales day, with one irate seller suggesting she would not be back without some sort of market improvement) we had our best day of the handful of times we have attended this event.  Go figure.

Monday evening we tried a new one: Audubon Park Community Market in Winter Park.  Our friend Chris from the Wekiva event turned us on to it, suggesting it had an environment that would probably work for our stuff.  We got last minute approval from the market manager and headed down to set up.  One of the aspects of this event that makes it particularly convenient is that if you can get by with 10′ of table space instead of an entire tent area, they supply the tent and lighting.  For us this is fantastic, because our brand new tent from Caravan Canopy is a monster that barely fits in our trusty tracker once all the other items are stowed.  The vendor fee is dirt cheap, and was even waived for our first attendance.

Audubon Park Community Market

The market itself has a very progressive, neo-hippy sort of vibe, with damn near every food or produce item claiming organic, cage-free, fair trade, vegan, gluten-free, non-GMO status, with price points to match such rigorous production.  E.g., “raw” milk for $10 a gallon.  Fortunately, the Empanada man adhered to no such requiremens, and his product was quite tasty and affordable.  We did pretty well at the market; not great but enough to justify coming.  We are not sure when we will be able to return since they have a glut of crafters and artisans such that those types of sellers are spread out, slotted for one day in every four, and our travel schedule might preclude even that.

I might poke a bit of fun at the aggressive organic local yada yada yada marketing, but this is the best juice I have ever had.

The next day Rosemarie headed back to Virginia for another visit with Linda and the extended family, including an overnight trip to Shenandoah National Park.  I stayed with the cat and the rig, hung out with Dad and Marcia a couple of evenings, and spent one with son Jackson and his friends for game night (Dungeons and Dragons, dontcha know, something I haven’t played in 30 years) and prepped to fly solo on a Thursday morning market.

I give you Shimona Hedgeworg, Goblin Monk.

Thursday’s event, “The Springs Market” is run by our Sweetwater-Wekiva manager, Shayna, and is located about two miles down the road from that market.  Like the Sunday one, it does not get a lot of foot traffic, relying on word of mouth, drive by pull ins, and the employee shoppers from the nearby strip mall and business parks.  We did tolerably well, again enough to justify coming, plus I got familiar with our new monster canopy’s set up process.  It may be nearly twice as heavy as our old cheap thing, but it sets up easier and is far sturdier.

So we are off to a great start in November, on track to be well under budget despite a few significant purchases, and having enjoyed a few final days at Wekiwa Springs and a beautiful week at Lake Monroe.  Next up: with limited state and county park weekend availability, we try out a new private RV Resort in the region.

IHOP’s free Red White & Blue pancakes for Veterans Day

34 Months Fulltiming: October 2017 Report

The Distance:  1,670 miles as we made a fairly direct sprint from the U.P. back to Central Florida.  This puts our annual distance up to 9,701.  November should be a low mileage month since we will spend the majority of it at a few parks north of Orlando before heading down to Coral Springs for Thanksgiving.

Aside from some early back and forth in the UP for our repairs, this is about as straight a shot back to Florida we one can manage.

The Places:   We spent the first week in Munising City Tourist Park before bouncing between Hilltop RV Super Center and the Ojibwa Casino as our repairs got a bit more complicated.  Once all that was taken care of, we spent one final night in Michigan in a Shopko parking lot, then headed south.  We had one night stops at Oneida Casino in Greenbay and Great Lakes Naval Training Center campground in Illinois, then I dropped Rosemarie off at Chicago O’Hare for her trip to Virginia to see Linda and family.

Last few days on Lake Superior’s shore.

While she was away I continued south via Camp Carlson Army Recreation Area and Arnold Air Force Base Family Camp.  I parked the rig at Dobbins AFB Family Camp outside Atlanta, where I picked up Rosemarie.  The next day we continued south to Wanee Lake Golf & RV Resort for a few days of golf and relaxation, then crossed into Florida for a couple of nights at Grand Lake Golf & RV Resort.  Finally, we moved Wekiwa Springs State Park for the last ten days of October.

A series of one night stops as we headed south, this one at Oneida Casino’s RV Park.

We stayed 10 nights at private campgrounds (including four at casinos and 1 stealth camping at Shopko) 16 at public sites (6 city, 10 state,) and 5 at military campgrounds.  We had full hook ups for 11 days, partial for 18 (13 with power and water, 5 with electrical only) and drycamped for 2.

PKM enjoyed a lot more bed space while Rosemarie was in Virginia.

The Budget:  Unsurprisingly, we finished the month 16% over budget.  Despite a handful of modestly successful markets we couldn’t overcome the effects of hundreds of dollars for Serenity’s repairs (our warranty deductible plus all shipping costs and the door lock kit,) three full tank fill ups for the big rig during our run south, and annual license registration for both vehicles.  Considering all that, we were not overly disappointed with the month’s monetary situation, and November will be much better with our limited movement along with a slew of markets lined up.

Rosemarie is putting her large shell collection to good use: Mermaid Crowns for our markets.

The Drama and the Improvements:  After waiting five weeks for our new refrigerator, during the installation we encountered additional mechanical problems related to a leaking propane regulator valve that forced us to stay four more days awaiting a part.  We finally escaped Michigan, a bit poorer, but with a new fridge, microwave, awning brackets, and the aforementioned valve.  Then, when I was ready to pick up Rosemarie in Atlanta, the RV door would not open, forcing me to climb out and back in the window with tools.  I eventually had to drill through the lock mechanism just to get it open, and then replace the entire assembly.  If you have a house on wheels that you bounce down the road 10,000 miles a year, you’re gonna encounter these problems.

2017 monthly reports to date:

And here are our 2016 and 2015 annual summaries which include monthly report links.

Beginning our one month Central Florida stay (and CFL market season) at Wekiwa Springs State Park

The last two Fall seasons we spent time in the Central Florida region bouncing around between half a dozen of our favorite area parks.  This year, two of them are closed (Trimble and Kelly County Parks) and one other is closed to swimming (Blue Springs State Park) all of this related to Hurricane Irma damage.  This cuts every RVers options down, but particularly those of us that prefer the state and county options to the private parks and resorts in the region.  It’s early enough in the season that weekdays are still quite easy to get at our remaining preferred places, but the weekends are booked pretty solidly way out.

Our first site at Wekiva Springs State Park.  Big and green, partial hook ups.

So as we entered the fourth week of October we locked in a five day window (Sunday through Thursday) at Wekiwa Springs State Park, and a few days later we managed to snag the weekend on a cancellation and then extend another five days into November.  This is one of the keys to getting popular state parks: keep checking for cancellations; they often occur in that last 48 hours.  Wekiwa also seems to have a handful of sites that are not on the reservation system but that the ranger office can assign based upon in person “walk up” campers.

Wild turkeys wandering through our site

By the way, if you are googling around for Wekiwa you will find two spelling variations, Wekiwa and Wekiva, with the park, river, streets, and neighborhoods variously adhering to one or the other.  I have heard two explanations for this:

  1. The right spelling and pronunciation is Wekiwa, deriving from a Creek-Seminole word for “spring” but transcription errors way back led to the river itself getting the Wekiva spelling, which stuck, and thus some other things in the area use that version as well.
  2. Wekiwa is the Indian word for “spring” and Wekiva is the word for “river” or perhaps “spring fed river” so they are both right.  I suspect the first option is closer to the truth.

Our second site at Wekiva: a bit less green but full hook ups

After a few days into our stay Dad and Stepmom Marcia arrived in the region and joined us at Wekiwa Springs for a week.  The last time we were able to RV with them was when we accidentally ran into each other in Texas’ Balmorhea State Park.  Since they will be wintering in various parts of Florida this year we will likely spend a lot more time in or near the same RV park.

Grillin on dad’s nearly pristine Weber.  Ours gets near daily use, and looks like it has been through a war.

Wekiwa Springs is  fantastic place to RV, or just visit for the day.  The spring itself is huge, crystal clear, and largely free of any shoreline vegetation in the generous swim area.   This allows swimmers and snorkelers to enjoy the constant 72 degree water in ideal conditions without any real worry about snakes or gators (a fear that is largely overblown anyway.)  The place gets pretty crowded on weekends, which makes RVing there on the weekdays even better, especially during the school year: you get the spring almost to yourself.

Wide shot of the spring

The spacious RV sites are a mile or so from the spring in a nicely wooded area, and sometime in the last couple of years were all upgraded from dry camping to a mix of full hook up and power/water only sites.  The price is right at only $24 plus tax a night, though you still have to pay the egregious Reserve America fee for each and every reservation, which hurts when you have to string together several of them to make a decent stay.

Speaking of money, we began our Florida farmers and artisans market season in earnest this month.  As I look back through our calendar I see a pattern of market dearth and surfeit, of scarcity and plenty.  When we are travelling with any sort of speed we don’t have the time for them, often do to the approval process timeline; we have been approved for several markets only after we have left an area.  Additionally some states, counties, or cities have strict rules (and fees) for licenses and the like, which often makes it not worth the time, effort, and money.

When we settle down in an area, however, we can usually leverage that time into getting the necessary research, approval, and paperwork done for several local events.  Thus our time in Tucson, Whidbey Island, and the U.P. lead to months with 5 to 8 markets.  Central and Southwest Florida are two additional market rich regions for us, and we expect to do as many as 25 of them before Christmas.  We started things off right with that community wide yard sale at Grand Lake, and really kicked things into high gear during the last weeks of October.

A noisy squirrel wouldn’t shut up right beside our rig.  I attempted to threaten it with PKM.  It didn’t work.

Finally having a bit of a firm schedule, we had gotten ourselves approved for events in Sanford, Deland, and Sweetwater-Wekiva, which covers every Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, with Sanford also offering the option for a Thursday evening vend at a local craft brewhouse.   With our dance card as full as we could want, we closed out October with five markets.  Sweetwater-Wekiva gave us one very solid and one poor result, but we will stay with it regardless because we enjoy the atmosphere, its quite close to the state park, and we have gained a lot good information from the other vendors and Shayna, the market manager.

Rosemarie’s mermaid crowns are selling briskly.

The Sanford Thursday event was a total bust with almost no foot traffic and apparently not much local awareness.  Sanford’s Saturday market was better, but not enough to justify the unnecessarily long hours and almost palpable sense of desperation emanating from some of the other vendors (including seven other jewelers.)  We started looking hard at alternatives for Saturday, and lucked into a very solid market, more on that in a later post.

Lastly, we did Deland’s Artisan Alley night market, which was so great for us last year and did not disappoint this time around.  It’s short, has lots of foot traffic, much of it coming out of local bars so the money flows a little freer, and just has a great vibe to the whole thing.  The only down side is, as a non regular, we have to show up nearly an hour and a half before the official start time to register and get a decent spot.  This is less of a pain that it sounds because we can kill that time having a beer at popular Persimmon Hollow brewery, and the official start time means nothing to the people wandering buy and ready to make purchases as soon as anyone is set up.

We closed out October with a couple of hours geocaching with Dad and Marcia, along the excellent Seminole Wekiva bike trail.   There are several that are either missing or have become much harder to find as a result of Hurricane Irma, but we still managed to snag four during a nice afternoon of bicycling along this unique stretch of trail.  Local artists have put a great amount of time and effort into painting hundreds of yards of dilapidated panel fencing along the route with every manner of pop culture oriented works.  It’s definitely worth your time to see if you are in the area.

Through Georgia Into Florida: Wanee Lake and Grand Lake Golf Resorts

Had there been any openings at Dobbins other than the dry overflow spots we probably would have lingered a day or two, but lacking a real site we continued south, stopping at one of the best value RV spots we have found in nearly three years on the road:  Wanee Lake Golf & RV Resort in Ashburn, GA.  They honor Passport America’s 50% off rate for up to three nights, and still offer 25% off beyond that.  So for $16 a night we had full 50 amp hook ups, somewhat usable free wifi, and unlimited walking golf on their 9 hole course (there website says its $18.75, so not sure why they only charged us $16.)

I managed to fit in 27 holes during our stay, along with a good amount of time on the chipping and putting green trying to regain some semblance of a short game.  Rosemarie joined me for the walk on day two, and helped me find a strikingly large number of lost balls near one of the water holes.

I even participated in the Thursday evening scramble with about 20 other players, a best ball format with picked teams and five buck entry from all, with the winning team splitting the pot.  Fortunately I was put on a team that in no way takes the event seriously, and I was able to contribute particularly in the short iron and putting department.

The evenings were chilly enough to justify a fire, and one afternoon a casual conversation with other women in the laundry led Rosemarie to mention her jewelry making, which resulted in two of them coming down that evening to make some purchases.  While not quite as odd as the near accidental sale I made in a commissary parking lot months ago, we certainly welcomed the opportunity to make a few more bucks during an expense heavy month.

Though all sites are full hook up and pull through, the RV park is fairly basic in terms of decor: a grass field near the first tee box.  And though the pool and hot tub were closed for repairs while we were there, I nonetheless consider Wanee Lake to be one of the very best value parks we have visited, but only for those that enjoy golf.  I look forward to incorporating it into our exit route from Florida in the late winter or early spring of 2018.

After Wanee I-75 took us into Florida where we pushed as far south as Citra, a bit beyond Gainesville, to Grand Lake RV & Golf Resort.  Last year we stayed there for a couple of nights out of convenience, and stumbled into a community wide yard sale that allowed us to set up our tables and vend right in front of the RV.  We maintained contact with the resort and slightly adjusted out return to Florida date in order to take advantage of this year’s event, which was even more successful for us than the previous one.

PKM scored a practically brand new scratching post, harness and leash for $1.50 at the yard sale.

Though this is a golf resort, I didn’t fit in a round: we had other things going on during our two day stay and they did not have any sort of deal like Wanee Lake offered in terms of free or steeply discounted rounds.  Maybe next time.

So there it is: we have made it back to Florida, and will spend a month or so in the central part of the state before heading down to the SW and SE coasts for several weeks.  We are still formulating our plan for the bulk of the winter after Christmas since the campground at Key West Naval Air Station is closed with no solid opening date.  We shall see!

To Atlanta, Dobbins Air Force Base, and getting locked inside the RV.

Having completed about two thirds of our trip from Michigan’s Upper Peninsula to Central Florida while Rosemarie spent family time in Norfolk, I departed Arnold AFB and headed to Atlanta to pick her up.  Though decent RV parks in the area are rather pricey, the Dobbins Air Force Base has a small campground just north of the big city in Marietta.  The place is mildly notorious for having extremely long term residents, which means availability for everyone else is quite limited.  Such was the case when I called for an opening.  No worries, they have overflow drycamping, and a space might open up on a cancellation.

Of course, Dobbins is one of those bases where large vehicles have to use a commercial gate, and google maps has no idea where those are.  My less than three hour drive turned into a four hour saga involving two very tight maneuvering situations as I struggled to find the proper entry point.  Eventually I prevailed.  Meanwhile, the first leg of Rosemarie’s flight developed mechanical problems after they pushed back from the gate, eventually forcing her to rebook a later flight with a different connection and a downgrade in class.  Horrors!

Ah well, we would soldier through.  Then Serenity’s phantom entry stair failure reappeared, meaning sometimes they stay out when they needed to come in, and sometimes they stay in when I needed them out.  Arghh, what else could go wrong?!  And then I got locked inside the RV.  That’s right, inside the RV.  No matter of fiddling or hard shoving would get the thing to budge; something was clearly jamming one of the bolts in place.  After disassembling the lock from the inside (which involved climbing out and then back in the passenger window to retrieve the necessary tools) I discovered a broken piece of metal that looked like it was part of the door bolt, but even after pulling it out I could not get the damn thing to open. I beat on it, kicked it, removed every screw I could get to, and yet the door remained resolutely shut.

I eventually had to give up and drive to the Atlanta airport to pick up Rosemarie, which involved it’s own drama due to the incredibly crowded arriving flights zone.  We sorted it out and got on our way back to the base, where I boosted my fortunately petite wife through the window before following through myself and pulling the step ladder up behind me.

That’s supposed to be one piece, not two.

The next morning, clear headed and with renewed vigor, I tackled the door lock, this time assisted by my trusty power drill and a set of carbide bits.  Having tried everything else, I could see no other recourse but to drill through the plate that was covering whatever had the door jammed.  Once I got the 1/2″ bit involved, the door sprung wide.  Turns out that the standard latch bolt had sheared, and the piece closest to the striker plate had wedged in place.  My drill bit had dislodged it, and once open I was able to fully disassemble the lock and remove it.

When in doubt, hammer, if you can’t hammer, drill.

A bit of experimentation revealed that the dead bolt would still lock, so we had a partially working door latch, and I ordered a replacement for the entire assembly from ebay at half the price that TriMark wanted.  Hopefully I can get that installed with minimal additional drama.

Next post: on two Florida with return visits to two great RV resorts.

Divergence: Rosemarie in Norfolk, Jack sprinting south with the rig: Through IL, IN, KY, TN, and into GA.

Having dropped off Rosemarie at Chicago O’Hare for her flight to Norfolk, I continued south through Indiana into Kentucky.  My route planning suggested two stopping points, both at military bases.  One was just south of Indianapolis, the other just across the Indiana-Kentucky border.  After fighting my way through traffic in Chicago, I made good speed through Indiana, and decided to push on.  Unfortunately my late start, road work, and heavy traffic areas resulted in me pulling into the Army Recreation Area at Camp Carlson after sunset, and I had to set up after dark.

I don’t have much to say about this park since I was there for only 13 hours, most of that in the dark.  I debated between a no frills, power only back in site versus a full hook up pull through, but after working with the camp host, I had to settle on neither of those: a full hook up back in.  I needed to dump anyway, so the couple of extra dollars was worth not having to deal with the dump and water fill station.

While Rosemarie was in Norfolk, I worked my way through the rest of the Chicago style pizza we bought in Great Lakes, IL.  Assisted, of course, by our new actually working microwave.

Meanwhile Rose found a true New York style joint in Norfolk with the traditional NYC oversized individual thin crust slices.  Which would you prefer?

It had been a hard day, but I reaped the benefit with my far shorter drive to Arnold AFB in Tullahoma, TN the next.  This was the second in a string of four AFB Family Camps we hit during our 2016 sprint from Iowa to Florida, and was one of our favorites.  A truly peaceful wooded campground six miles deep into the AFB owned forested land, this lakeside spot is one of the best values we experienced last year.  I had planned an aggressive push to Atlanta in order pick up Rosemarie after he brief visit to Norfolk, but arranged it such that I could get at least two days here, even if it meant one night stays everywhere else along the route.  At $15 a night, this is one of the best RV campground deals we have experienced, and if in the area I would gladly return.

A pause in Tennessee allowed me to do something better than left overs: A small piece of sirloin steak covered in farmers market roasted garlic, shallots, and wild mushrooms with heirloom tomatoes in olive oil on the side.  Unidentified liquid in the upper right.

Rosemarie had three solid days in Norfolk to visit Titi Linda and the family (Jayson, Titi Mari, cousins Nathaniel, June June, and Christopher, and their wives and eight children.)  As a result of Linda’s ALS (Lou Gehrig’s Disease) she has been handing out items she can no longer use.  This resulted in a three women fashion show with Linda insisting that the ladies “Say yes to the dress” as Rose and daughter-in-laws Amy and Kaytarra went through the closet.

Throwback picture with several of the sisters, nieces and nephews, including Clari, Mari, Junior, Yvette, and Rosemarie 

Rose, Meri, Linda & Jayson enjoyed a day trip to the new waterfront, finishing off the day with an as close as authentic New York style slice as you can get from Benny’s, and a nice sunset across the bay.

And with some last minute drama, we make our escape before the real cold hits

So our plans to head south had been delayed due to Serenity’s additional critical repairs.  I got hold of American Airlines to cancel or change Rosemarie’s flight, and they offered me the choice of either paying $150 to get the points back or getting a voucher to fly the same route sometime within the next year.  The latter was the obvious choice for us since we still planned to execute our “Rose goes to Norfolk while Jack moves the rig south” plan.  After that we headed to our fancy Ojibwa Casino spot and settled in for three days, continuing to take advantage of the casino’s exclusive promo for RVers (free drink, $5 slot free play, and $10 blackjack matching coupons for each of us every day!)

And of course, we can’t have just one thing go wrong at a time, right?  While making a grocery run following heavy rains, Loki decided not to start in the parking lot.  Thinking it was the battery I got a jump from a kind stranger, and once back at the casino pulled out my battery charger to make sure things were topped off, the nearly two year old battery was a very cheap Walmart special and might have failed.  A simple problem if so, but no, the charger told me the battery was just fine.

Having visited Hilltop RV several times this month, kitty feels right at home in their customer waiting area.

Based on the specific symptoms (full charged battery, lights and wipers all work, heavy clicking when the key is turned but not even the slightest bit of engine turn over attempt) and the timing (occurring as it did right after driving in wet roads) the internet informed me that the likely culprit was the starter.  Fortunately the local Napa could get a refurbished one by early Tuesday morning, allowing us to pick it up on the way to Hilltop RV for repairs.

Once at Hilltop Elizabeth got the mechanic started on our propane furnace valve and refrigerator installation, and even hooked us up with one of the other techs that agreed to install the new starter after hours that same day.  I had taken a look to see if I could do it myself, but the position of the bolts would necessitate more knowledge and tools than I could provide.  Besides, he offered to do it for $50, which was a great deal, particularly since it took him a bit over an hour to do it since the bolts fought back so hard.  Once it was installed… it still didn’t start.  After a bit more exploration he cleaned off a section of the cable connection points that I had not spotted, and she fired right up.

Now, I think the starter was in fact bad, but it is possible I wasted $116 for a new one and it was only the connection point corrosion that was the real problem.  Who knows?  Bottom line, we were all fixed and ready for the road by 6PM that day.  It was too late for us to make our next planned stopping point, so we parked at the far end of the nearby Shopko, and went undisturbed through the night.  The next morning I called American and rescheduled Rosemarie’s flights, and then we were off, pointed south into Wisconsin.

The view from out stealth camping site at Shopko

After crossing the border, we made one unexpected stop, lured off the interstate by a big cheese shop billboard.  No way we were going through Wisconsin without stocking up, and we left with a hoard of block cheese, mozzarella, and curds from Kugel’s Cheese Mart before finishing the day’s driving leg.

I had found yet another casino resort that had an actual RV park with electrical hookups for $15 a night, or free drycamping in the parking lot.  Normally I would balk at paying that much just for electricity at a casino, but their small wooded RV park was far nicer than the busy parking lot, and made for a much better environment.  We did our usual; signing up for their players club and text alerts, giving us each $15 in free slot money, but the casino gods might be tiring of our game because we only managed to turn that into $14 in real cash between us.  Ah well, it provided a fun half our diversion along with free coffee.

Onieda Casino’s small RV campground.

After our one night stay we pushed on to the outskirts of Chicago, staying at the Great Lakes Navy Training Center.   The park was surprisingly full given the lateness in the season, the rainy weather and our weekday arrival, but they had an electric only site for $19 a day.  In better weather this would be a nice little RV park, situated directly on the shore of Lake Michigan, though I could do without the complicated route once inside the base along narrow roads with tight turns and a lot of one ways.

We didn’t have time to explore The Windy City, but we at least took advantage of the stop to pick up a great Chicago style pizza from a local joint.  Which actually took two tries since the first place we stopped, based on a local’s recommendation, did not even have true Chicago style, just a glorified deep dish.  No thanks, we want the authentic version!

Our stay in the U.P. had gotten us out of the habit of checking for toll fees when doing our route planning, and we had been surprised by a couple of cash only ones as we drove through Illinois, which can be particularly troublesome for out of town RVers if you hit one of the coin only, unattended gates and have to pay nearly $5 in change.  We were fortunate to have what we needed that day, but for the rest of our trip we found toll free routes on major roads that only added a few minutes and a couple of miles to the trip.

We broke camp from Great Lakes by mid morning, and I parked Serenity at a Walmart 10 minutes from Chicago O’Hare, and we took Loki the rest of the way to drop Rosemarie off for her flight to Norfolk.  I got hooked pushed hard towards Atlanta.  That trip next post!