Today was a travel day. We left Oxford or Wildwood or whatever they call the place and drove south towards the TT park called Peace River Preserve which is between Wauchula and Zolfo Springs, FL. I have no responsibility for the names of either towns.
Foolishly, we followed the directions from the Garmin which took us through the Lakeland / Highland City / Bartow traffic nightmare. No matter which way you want to go, your route will require that you twist and turn and curse liberally about the circuitous nature of the path. One may be required to turn right at one intersection, left at the next intersection only to be required to turn right again at the next. This may be difficult if merely driving a car but nigh unto impossible if dragging an enormous trailer. The Floridians, in most cases, were nice enough to let me change lanes as required to maintain my path but other motorists were total shitheads that dart into the space you need to get where you think you may want to go. It is harrowing for old codgers like the driver – me.
We also noted, since we had ample time to read the roadside signs as we passed through this labyrinth, that misspelling seems to be a virtue in this part of the world with words like “wife’s” (the plural of wife), bourne (as in food borne ailments) and schcol (school). Perhaps their educational system is not working as well as they may have desired.
We ultimately made it to our destination which is a very large park with about 500 spaces. Most of the spaces allow ample room to get into them but since I am quite talentless when backing up the Invader, we had a little struggle getting into ours. There are numerous trees and carelessly parking neighbors that preclude simple trailer placement for the reverse-challenged morons in our society, like me.
We were pooped and it was hot so, after we finally got the Invader into the spot, we loafed and took naps with both air conditioning units whirling away keeping us cool.