Though all love originates in God and is for that reason God's own love, yet we are permitted to catch and reflect back that love in such manner that it becomes our love indeed, in much the same way that sunlight reflected from the moon becomes moonlight. - A.W. Tozer

Monday, April 13, 2015

Life is a Field Trip

After we left Virginia, we spent a few days working our way towards warmness. We spent two nights on the Outer Banks of NC, walking the ground at Kill Devil Hills where Orville and Wilbur Wright flew the first powered flight, and learning about the Lost Colony on Roanoke Island where we stayed. We all wrote down our theories on the provided cards in the Visitor Center. Aaron's may have involved Kaiju and a Tardis.

Then it was on to South Carolina for one night and Georgia for the next. We met the infamous John, part of which is seen in the picture below. He walked over with his coffee mug and talked non-stop while Aaron tried to set up the RV. He offered advice and criticism in a constant stream, which I thought was hilarious from the safety of inside. As you can imagine, Aaron was less than thrilled.

The next two nights were in an exceedingly low rent trailer park in Palatka, FL. In that park the other patrons were almost exclusively long-termers who had chosen RV living as a last resort. Let's just say they were comfortable with a different standard of cleanliness and personal hygiene than we were used to, and had decided that cheap furniture from...somewhere...made more convenient firewood for their outdoor fire-pits. Throughout the evening, Mim would say things like, "Mom! They're burning a chair now!" or, "Mom! Now it's a little table!"They were all very friendly, though, and this was not the campsite where we felt the least secure in our travels. That was yet to come (Vicksburg, MS, I'm talking about you!)

While we were in the area, we spent a day in St. Augustine, touring a Castillo from the 1600's and swimming in the Atlantic Ocean. I say "we" but I did no swimming. I sat shivering on the shore in my long-sleeves and blue jeans while Aaron and the kids cavorted in the waves. It was cold (upper 60's) and very, very foggy, so we didn't think about sun screen, but since they kids spent several hours outside they were like little steamed shrimp when we got back to the trailer. Lesson learned.

There is a little park in Palatka, FL called Ravine Gardens, and we spent a nice evening walking around there. We found a geocache and picked out a little blue robot guy that Mim named "Steve". He dances when you wind him up, and she has since used him as a tie breaker in discussions with her brother. "Steve agrees with me. Let's go that way."

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