Saturday, May 14: Outta Here

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We’ve gotten so good at this whole “prepping” thing it’s almost anticlimactic. Sort of like Neo at the end of the first Matrix movie where he’s fighting the agents with one hand behind his back. For weeks before our departure we prepped… With one brain tied behind our back.

Oh, we made it on the road practically right on schedule. But not an hour later things began to go downhill. Starting with our fuel economy. Admittedly no amount of prepping could have salvaged that. 9.5 MPG for the day. It was the litany of things we’d forgotten to bring that was killer. Starting with $200 cash intended to cover incidentals. Sitting at home. Mary Ann’s sneakers, an extra pair of shorts, the poop bucket that flew out of the truck bed, and on and on.

We made it to Spring Hill around 3:00 but I have to admit I was more than a little disappointed our love bug escort must have gotten the date wrong. I only counted 2 on the truck bumper.

We pulled into the campground to a sign saying “All Campers Wait Here.” We waited dutifully for 2 or 3 minutes at which point it became clear: we weren’t sure what we were waiting for. Things are kind of slow in central Florida’s campgrounds after April. I called the office and in a minute golf carts arrived from several directions to greet and situate us.

We spent the remainder of the day and all day Sunday visiting my sister and brother-in-law, including Sunday morning breakfast of awesome home-made whole wheat blueberry pancakes (none for me, thanks) and a tour of Geoge’s backyard high-density urban vegetable garden.

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