• Wm Bracknell

A Winter Retreat to Traveler's Rest Resort

Florida Winter Trip 2021

May 5th, 2021

It snowed at the homeplace Christmas Eve and there was a good coating on the ground when we arrived after driving back from Christmas with family. By the end of the week, the snow had melted and the mild weather made for more suitable conditions for making our preparations for our annual trip to Florida.

The last two weeks of the previous year we had stayed at a RV resort near Dade City. We were very impressed with the facilities, activities, location and rates. We were so impressed we put our name on the waiting list for 2021.

The resort staff called us in the fall and told us they had sites available for January and February. This was probably due to Covid. There would be little or no Canadians and some other “snowbirds”. In the past, we have been leaving for Florida's warmer and sunny weather during the first week of February, but with the opening, we decided to add a few weeks and go earlier.

We were on the road by 10 am on Sunday the 3rd and stopped at the South Carolina visitor's center just beyond Charlotte. Rhonda had made some fruited turkey salad from some left over roasted turkey breast. We ate it in the comfort and safety of the camper. It's nice to carry one's kitchen, dining room, and toilet. And if a nap is needed, a bed is also available for that too.

We gassed up beyond Columbia just before getting on I-95. We had planned to stop at our usual first night stop at Collecton State Park on the Edisto River. When we arrived, there was a barricade at the entrance of the campground with a sign that said the area was closed until March 1st for renovations.

We didn't expect it to be closed. When I had gone to their website earlier, it said that one could make only two night reservations, but .we were hoping that they would still set aside a few “drive-in sites”. There was nothing said regarding the closure. We had a backup plan of going down the interstate a few miles to New Green Acres campground at Walterboro in case the state park was full.

When we hooked up the water at New Green Acres, I discovered that there was a significant leak behind the toilet. I knew I didn't do a thorough winterizing job and was hoping all would be okay. I had Rhonda turn on the water slowly while I looked and listened inside. We got it turned back off quickly, but there was still some water to sponge up around the toilet. The only leak was in the flush valve.

I had made a reservation for Monday night at one of our favorite Florida camping parks; Juniper Springs on highway 40 between Ocala and Ormond Beach. It doesn't have hooks ups, but it is a very natural setting with the two springs and a great deal of subtropical flora all around, plus it is in the middle of the Ocala National Forest. After parking and putting down the jacks, we walked to both springs, but could not use the

boardwalk because it was closed for repairs. It was mild and sunny and we were glad to be where there was consistent weather for being outside.

The temperature began to drop right after the sun went down. I noticed that there was a car parked in the site across from us, but there was no tent set up. I had seen a young college age female there at the picnic table around dusk. When went to the bathhouse for the last time before retiring for the evening, it appear that the individual might have been sleeping in the car.

The next morning, the temperature had dropped down to the upper 30's. We had enough battery power for the gas furnace to come one to warm up the inside so I could make breakfast. The battery was depleted just before it was comfortably warm so I started the truck to allow the furnace to finish the job. Actually, the furnace is propane, but needs the electricity to power the fan. The propane burner will not run without the fan.

I was hoping to see the camper across the way so I could offer her some breakfast and a warm placed to eat it before we were on our way.

We had plans to meet Rhonda's brother and his wife in Ocala for lunch. We had a couple of stops before the 11:30 rendezvous. I had forgot to bring my medicine for my prostate medicine and needed to pick up a prescription at CVS in Silver Springs which turned out to be in Forest east of Silver Springs. Also, we had seen a couple of interesting thrift stores on highway 41 in Ocala the year before and wanted to check them out. I also realized that I might need another dressy long sleeve shirt from seeing what the weather forecast had in store for us.

After having a nice lunch at an Italian restaurant and did some catching-up. We headed south on I-75 and arrived at the resort at a little after 3 pm and got set up on our corner lot in the Golfview section just off the first tee.


The next day, our first order of business was to go to town to get a plug for the line going to the toilet. I was able to plug the supply line after going to Ace Hardware, so we could still use the bathroom and kitchen sinks. I looked up the valve on the internet and found out there was a dealer down near Tampa (40 miles).

Thursday, I went down to the resort's garden and put in two hours of work. I met several folks I had volunteered with last year. We removed the Christmas decorations and I began digging up a large clump of tropical plants that had gotten too thick and getting too much sun.

After lunch, I set up the cornhole game. I had put up a sign the day before to recruit player's for a 2 pm game. I only had one taker. We played two games.

Friday, I took the valve off and we drove down to Lazy Days and picked up the replacement and I put it back on when we returned and we were back in the flushing business. In the interim, flushing was done with a jug of water. After I made the toilet repair, Rhonda and I rode all around the grounds on the bike; logging a few miles.

We got a notice left on the door while we were gone, that there had been a positive case in the park and the resident was taken to the hospital. Prior to that the board was considering loosening some of the restrictions, but now will be more delay to open up activities. Music entertainment was cancelled for Sunday – drat.

We went to town Saturday to get a couple of O-rings for the kitchen faucet and fresh meat for supper and canned biscuits for breakfast. Winn-Dixie had some good selections at good prices.

The afternoon was spent watching basketball and a playoff football game. The temperature for the day never got above 60 degrees. Tuesday had been the warmest day at 70 degrees.

Sunday morning, I got on Facebook and watched our pastor give the weekly sermon. After that, I watched some of the service from our former church in Raleigh. It sure ain't like being there.

After lunch, I walked up to the practice range of the golf course and hit a couple of buckets of golf balls and practiced chipping and putting. Almost 80 percent of my tee shots were pretty decent for someone who picks up a golf club once a year.

Monday morning we went into town to get haircuts. After lunch I played bocce with a few folks and then Rhonda and I rode the bikes around the park and down the dirt road across from the resort for about six miles.

I worked in the garden Tuesday morning. After lunch I set up the cornhole game, but had no takers. I had posted a sign near the boards in the post office. I had changed the day posted on the sign as not to conflict with bocce. They don't play on Tueday and Saturday.

Wednesday, we drove down to Wesley Chapel to a Dick's Sporting Goods and a Super Walmart to get another set of bean bags. If more than four came to play, another set of boards would need to be set up. The resort had two more sets of boards but no proper bean bags.

Dick's had a box of eight for about forty dollars. Fortunately, I waited and found a set at Walmart for twenty dollars. I also got some super glue for the broken hinge on the freezer door.

We stopped in Dade City and picked up a take out chinese lunch. We had to eat it in the truck because there was not eat-in available. We shared the order and it was all the both of us could eat.

After playing bocce and riding the bike around the roads of the park, I spent a good part of the later afternoon inside because it was overcast and chilly. There was a triple header of ACC basketball on TV starting at 4:30.

Thursday morning, it was 47 degrees when I got up a little after seven. There was some fog that quickly burnt off. It warmed through morning while working in the garden. When it was time to play bocce at 1:30, the sky was mostly sunny and the temperature was up to 68 degrees (higher than was forecast).

Rhonda and biked out to and down the dirt road. It was a good day, but some headwind coming back. I finished the afternoon reading.

We went to church at the First Baptist in town but to our surprise and dismay, there was only one other couple wearing masks. There were fifty or sixty people in attendance. The music team did not space themselves and there were no shields or dividers between them nor the congregation. At the end of the service, a lady came back to where we were sitting (away from everyone) and invited us to come back. We told we would not likely return because of total lack of health precautions and concern for others.

After lunch, I hit golf balls on the resort's driving range and then practiced chipping and putting. I had a lot of good drives, but my pitching and putting needs work.

Tuesday after a couple of rounds of corn hole, we went out to the county park on the Withlacoochee River. I rode the mile and quarter paved trail that winds through the woods. I rode it three times to get some miles in for the conditioning of the legs and rear.

We stopped back in town and I rode the Hardy trail up and back. The computer on my bike indicated that I had ridden a little over six miles. That evening, while watching basketball on TV, I experienced kidney stone pain and had to take a pain pill. I knew I had not been staying as hydrated as I should. That is usually when the stones will most likely occur.

Wednesday was a busy day. I helped Rhonda with the laundry and painted some corn hole boards belonging to the resort in the morning. After lunch, I went over to play bocce and courts were full, so I decided to put in a few miles on the bike. I rode down the the next road down from the resort and back and then the dirt road across from the entrance. My total miles for the day was right at twelve miles.

As I was resting under the awning and doing a crossword puzzle, I saw someone getting ready to play corn hole. I asked if they needed a player and we had several good games.

Sunday the 24th, we watched the church service from our old home church back in Raleigh on Facebook Live. Afterward, we went to Zephyrhills to exchange a pair of shorts that were to small, had lunch at Popeye's and drove out to the Withlacoochee River Park.

We put one of the kayaks in the river and I paddled down to a road crossing and back. As I paddled down the river the water was still enough that the cypress trees and knees cast a mirror-like reflection in the water. I failed to bring my camera and wished I had it. I could have taken some great pictures. I did see one four or five foot alligator sunning on the bank.

Rhonda took a turn in the kayak when I returned. Before putting the kayak back on the rack, I washed the bottom using river water and bucket and rag I had brought.

There was a three generation family group there fishing. Rhonda heard the grandmother say to the grandson that she was sorry that she forgot to bring a snack, so she went to the truck and got a package of cookies and nabs and gave them to here for the small boy.

We stopped in town at deli/ice cream shop for a cone of mint chocolate chip ice cream and went to the Wells Fargo ATM.

Tuesday morning we went to town to wash the truck, get some groceries, and have the tires removed from the rims off a golf cart wheel I had found at the dumpster. I thought they were in too good a condition to be trashed. Also, they might be the size we use on the DR mower we have for mowing the Appalachian Trail.

After lunch, I played 18 holes of golf. I was pretty tired by the last hole and my strokes were showing it. I had been a wonderful day to be out in the sun. The high for the day had been over 80 degrees. Walking the course had been well over two miles.

On Friday afternoon, there was live music down at the “Grove”. The Grove was a covered outdoor stage the resort had set up due to Covid for entertainment and church services. It was across from the gardens and in front of the Snack Shack. It was set up to allow people to gather outside with social distancing; otherwise, the activities would be in Busch Hall.


The couple that performed were snow birds from Michigan. They were very professional sounding. They actually performed as a part of a Peter, Paul and Mary tribute group and did over a hundred shows a year back in the Traverse City, Michigan. The songs they did for us included song by the Beatles, Simon and Garfunkel, Brad Paisley, Creedence Clearwater Revival, Charlie Pride, the Seekers, and several others (a big variety). Near the end of the show a lady had some kind of health issue and the EMT's from in the resort responded.

Last year, we met a man and his wife from Galax, Va. (thirty miles from us). I had dropped by to say hello and found out he was going to have a hip replacement.

On Wednesday, Jimmy and Linda came down from Williston just before lunch. We showed them around the park and had a light lunch. We had planned to play golf on Thursday, but the weather forecast said it was going to be quite a bit cooler and windy, so we decided to go head and play. The day was beautiful with the temperature in the low 80 degrees.


We played just nine holes while Rhonda and Linda went to town to browse in some of the shops. We called when we finish the ninth hole and they return to the resort. After relaxing under the awning for awhile, we drove back to town to have supper together. They were staying in town at the Hampton. We ate at a barbecue restaurant just down the street from the hotel.

It was sprinkling slightly as we drove back. There was overnight showers in the forecast. The sky was very dark, but we never got any rain.

The next day we drove down to Zephyrhills so they could see the quaint little touristy downtown and all the shopping and eating opportunities. We ate at a great lunch in the outdoor area of a seafood restaurant called the Great Catch. We had eaten there last year with our friends Chuck and Christine.

When we returned to Traveler's Rest, Jimmy and I decided that we had enough time and the weather was better than we expected, so we could play a round before they wanted to leave. I enjoyed playing golf with Jimmy even though my round was much poorer than the first.

I had just started playing golf particially because the resort had a nice course and it a good walking exercise. I would not be as interested in playing if it involved using a golf cart. I am usually pretty tired after walking 18 holes.

Saturday, January 30th, Rhonda and I went to Nobleton where the Withlacoochee River and trail were adjacent to each other. we wanted to check it out for a kayak and bike outing when Chuck and Christine came down for a couple of weeks. One of the outfitters was very expensive, but we discovered that their launch area was 18 miles from the Sliver Lake take-out; much further that we normally paddle. It was only eight miles from Silver Lake to Nobelton, so that was a possibility.

Our friends from Raleigh, Chuck and Christine arrive on Sunday afternoon, Feburary 14th. There was music planned for the afternoon at the outdoor stage, but a heavy rain shower caused it to be canceled. We sat on the porch by the pool and talked until it was time for them to go to Dade City and check in at their AirB&B. We later met for a Valentine's at ABC's pizza. They have the usual Italian item plus an number of traditional Greek dishes.


During the first week we rode bikes, kayaked on the Withlachochee and over at New Port Richie. Our first trip to Warner-Bryce Salt Springs State Park it was too windy to go out in the bay so we walked the trails in the park and had a picnic lunch. Afterwards, we went into Tarpon Springs just to stroll the streets as it was a real tourist location.

The second week they were in Gulfport, Florida. We drove down for the day and when to their big Tuesday street market. Chuck's grandparents retired there from Pittsburgh and his family visited them when he was growing up.

After thoroughly checking out the market and having lunch, Chuck and I head over to Clam Bayou and kayaked around the mangrove swamp and waterways on the edge of town. After a full day, we met Rhonda and Christine back at their AirB&B and we headed back through Tampa and up I-75 to Traveler's Rest.

At the end of the week, we gave the kayaking another try back at the park at Port Richie. We met Chuck and Christine there after they drove up from Gulf Port through the traffic of Tampa on highway 19. They rented a tandem from the vendor there at the park.

After putting the kayaks in the water we headed out. The tide was coming in and was almost at high tide. We could definitely feel the incoming current and had to paddle steady until we got out into the open bay. After passing Cow Key, just a small wooded island, we could see Durney Key further out in the Gulf. I asked Rhonda if we wanted to paddle all the way out there. She said, like a real trooper, “sure, if we don't, we will be saying we should have done it."


Out about the same distance, there were some shacks on stilts. I guess they were places to fish. The water out in the bay was quiet clear and not that deep. Before we got to the key (island), we crossed a boat channel that came out of the Pithlachascotee River and Port Richie.

When we reached the island, we disembarked, took a walk around the island and had a snack. The key was about 25 yards wide and 60 to 75 yards long. It appeared to be a party spot. There was a few little campfire remnants and some beer cans, but really not that trashed. When I did a search online later, there was picture of boats sitting in the water around the key and people on the beach. I thought it might be a neat overnight camp just to have a unique camping experience as long as the partiers didn't show up.

On the way back, the wind was blowing across the small bay and we had paddle more to the left to get back in the run we came out of at the park. When we got back and had a picnic lunch, then Chuck and I took the kayaks back out and went up the creek past the salt spring to where the park meets the neighborhood.

When we returned, we headed back to Traveler's Rest and Chuck and Christine went to another Air B&B north of us near Brooksville. We made a reservation with Rainbow River Outfitters in Dunnellon to shuttle us up to KP Hole Park for about a 4.5 mile paddle back downstream. Before heading down the river, Chuck, Christine and me went up river for about a mile to see the big spring hole where many go to dive or snorkel. Rhonda waited at the dock until we came back down.



After a great trip down the river, we met back at Swampy's Bar and Grill on the river in Donnellon. It was busy, but we did not have to wait that long to be seated, but longer to get served. It was a great setting being able to sit and watch boaters coming up and down the river.

After departing, Chuck and Christine was starting their trip back to Raleigh with an overnight stop on the way. We had another great two weeks having fun together.

We went to the Weeki Wachee Springs State Park back toward the gulf and west of Brooksville one day.

“Weeki Wachee” was named by the Seminole Indians. It means “little spring” or “winding river.” The spring is so deep that the bottom has never been found. Each day, more than 117 million gallons of clear, fresh 74-degree water bubbles up out of subterranean caverns.

Deep in the spring, the surge of the current is so strong that it can knock a scuba diver’s mask off. The basin of the spring is 100 feet wide with limestone sides and there, where the mermaids swim, 16 to 20 feet below the surface, the current runs a strong five miles an hour. It’s quite a feat for a mermaid to stay in one place in such a current.

Flowing from the spring, the Weeki Wachee River winds its way 12 miles to the Gulf of Mexico.

In 1946, Newton Perry, a former U.S. Navy man who trained Navy Frogmen to swim underwater in World War II, scouted out Weeki Wachee as a good site for a new business. At the time, U.S. 19 was a small two-lane road. All the other roads were dirt; there were no gas stations, no groceries and no movie theaters. More alligators and black bears lived in the area than humans.

Sadly, the spring was full of old rusted refrigerators and abandoned cars. The junk was cleared and Newt experimented with underwater breathing hoses and invented a method of breathing underwater from a free-flowing air hose supplying oxygen from an air compressor, rather than from a tank strapped to the back. With the air hose, humans could give the appearance of thriving twenty feet underwater with no breathing apparatus.

Submerged six feet below the water’s surface, an 18-seat theater was built into the limestone so viewers could look right into the natural beauty of the ancient spring.

Newton scouted out pretty girls and trained them to swim with air hoses and smile at the same time. He taught them to drink Grapette, a non-carbonated beverage, eat bananas underwater and do aquatic ballets. He then put a sign out on U.S. 19 that read: WEEKI WACHEE.

On October 13, 1947, the first show at the Weeki Wachee Springs underwater theater opened. It was the same day that Kukla, Fran and Ollie first aired on that newfangled invention called television, and one day before Chuck Yeager broke the sound barrier. On that day, the mermaids performed synchronized ballet moves underwater while breathing through the air hoses hidden in the scenery.

However, in those days, cars were few along U.S. 19. When the girls heard a car coming, they ran to the road in their bathing suits to beckon drivers into the parking lot, just like sirens of ancient lore lured sailors to their sides. Then they jumped into the spring to perform.

In the 1950s, Weeki Wachee was one of the nation’s most popular tourist stops. The attraction received worldwide acclaim. Movies were filmed at the spring, like Mr. Peabody and the Mermaid. Sights at the park included the mermaid shows, orchid gardens, jungle cruises, and Indian encampment and a new beach. The mermaids took etiquette and ballet lessons.

Weeki Wachee’s heyday began in 1959, when the spring was purchased by the American Broadcasting Co. (ABC) and was heavily promoted.

ABC built the current theater, which seats 400 and is embedded in the side of the spring 16 feet below the surface. ABC also developed themes for the underwater shows, with elaborate props, lifts, music, and story lines such as Underwater Circus, The Mermaids and the Pirates and Underwater Follies. The mermaids performed Alice in Wonderland, The Wizard of Oz, Snow White and Peter Pan.

the 1960s, girls came from as far away as Tokyo to try out for the privilege of becoming a mermaid. The glamorous mermaids performed eight shows a day to sold-out crowds and as many as half a million people a year came to see the Weeki Wachee mermaids. Weeki Wachee Springs employed 35 mermaids who took turns swimming in the shows and captivating the crowds by playing football and having picnics underwater. Some of the mermaids lived in the mermaid cottages out behind the attraction. The mermaids wore one-piece suits and were treated like royalty wherever they went in Florida.

All sorts of people stopped to see the mermaids, even Elvis Presley, Don Knotts, Esther Williams and Arthur Godfrey came to Weeki Wachee.

The city of Weeki Wachee incorporated in 1966, putting the tiny city of Weeki Wachee on maps and state road signs.

In 1982, Buccaneer Bay opened with waterslides and a white sand beach. In 1997, the popular Former Mermaid shows began, bringing former mermaids back to Weeki Wachee Springs to swim in the Mermaids of Yesteryear shows, which play to standing room-only crowds.

The former mermaids may have moved on in life, but the enchantment of the Weeki Wachee Spring calls them back time and again, like a dream that can’t be forgotten. The former mermaids’ motto is: “Once a mermaid, always a mermaid.”


Pretty much all of the park was closed due to Covid and some significant renovations going on. We stopped at the kayak concession and launch area. They allow two hundred kayaks to launch per day and they were already full. They said a reservation is the best way to get a launch.

Rhonda and I drove down to Roger's Park about 8 miles down the river. I launched the kayak there and began paddling upstream. The paddling wasn't as hard as I thought it might be and I did not have to pay the launch fee.

The water was perfectly clear with a sandy bottom. The right side was wooded and swampy, but the left side was heavily developed with private and rental cottages. There were channel or canals going out into small developments. Still, it was fun paddling in the clear stream on a beautiful day. The closer it got to lunch, the more kayakers I met coming down the river. I finally turned around and headed back to the park.

Back down the road, we stopped at a shopping center a got an Asian take-out. As we were sitting out in the parking lot on folding chairs eating lunch off the tailgate with the kayaks on the roof, a man came by and said to Rhonda “ he promised you a cruise and lunch and this is what you got”.

About a week later, I was thinking of going with the weekly bike group, but when I heard their itinerary, I wasn't as interested. It was a section of the Withlachochee trail that I had a number of times. On the same day, a group from the resort was getting together to take a trip over to kayak on the Chassahowitzka River. We decided that sounded like fun. We missed where they were assembling to caravan over, so we got out the GPS device and found our way there after it sent us to the wrong place first.

The Chassahowitzka River is a spring-fed river located in southwestern Citrus County, Florida. The 12-mile-long (8 km) river is home to hundreds of species of birds including the bald eagle, and is a common refuge for the West Indian manatee.

In 1941, approximately 31,000 acres (13,000 ha) of its saltwater creeks, freshwater tributaries, and hardwood hammocks were recognized as Chassahowitzka National Wildlife Refuge. It is accessible by boat from a nearby public boat ramp that is located at the campground that also bears its Indian name which means "land of hanging pumpkins;" a reference to a wild variety that once grew along the banks.

The headwater of the river is Chassahowitzka Spring, a first magnitude spring which is visible from the campground dock. A group of smaller sister springs are located in a creek just up from the main vent. Several of these sister springs are connected via underwater caves that snorkelers can dive through while holding their breath Similar freshwater tributaries feed into the Chassahowitzka River further downstream, some of which mix with salt water as the river weaves its way toward the Gulf, creating brackish creeks and bays where it is quite common to catch fish species such as spotted seatrout, redfish, or common snook to name just a few.

Other staples of the river include striped mullet, which can be seen in schools through the clear water or at times leaping out of the water, and the blue crab which is often netted or trapped by local fishermen. It is very common to see several species of herons and egrets, including the great blue heron and the occasional large alligator, although they are often seen some distance from springs and boats. The river is well known for its navigational hazards, mainly due to large rocks hidden from the sight of fast moving motorboats that venture outside the narrow channel.(from Wikipedia)




We arrived at the parking lot and boat ramp beyond the campground and we spotted some of the folks from the resort still unloading and putting their crafts in the water. One of the features of the river was a spring called the “Crack”. It was up Baird Creek, a very narrow and shallow waterway. We paddled most of the way up, but just before reaching the spring the water got too shallow, so I walked the short distance to the spring to take pictures. Rhonda stayed with the boats.

On the way back down the creek, we met a flat top kayak with three young women on it. Two of them were not small individuals. The top of the boat was almost at water level.

On our return to the boat ramp, we took a short side trip into a cove where got a glimpse of a manatee.

At the boat ramp, I helped Rhonda get her kayak out of the water and I took a quick trip up toward the Seven Sisters Springs area. There were several people with kayaks and some in the water snorkeling. The springs has several small underwater caves where some folks were swimming through. They were not below the water very deep and there was just a short distance where you could come back to the surface.

As we were spend our final weeks in Florida, we continued enjoying the weather and and activities. I played more golf and bocce, worked in the garden and rode the bike every day.

With this trip being the longest that we had stayed in the camper, we started thinking about possibly looking for a slightly larger unit. There had been several in our section that looked like they would fit the bill. I did some research on the internet and narrowed down what would work and be reasonably priced. And low and behold, a few weeks later someone in the resort pulled their camper out of storage and put it on a lot for sale. The Flagstaff Micro Lite was just the model I was considering.

The upgrades included it being one foot wider, four feet longer, with a couch slide out. The refrigerator was twice the sized of the present one and there was a three-burner range with an oven. The sink was a double one. One of the storage improvements was a several drawers, making for easier access and organization. It also had a number of other small improvements and extras.

The price was reasonable, so I told the seller I wanted to buy it. He still had a loan on it and did not have the title. We had to go to the bank and transfer money so he could pay off the loan and have the mortgage company send him the title. Afterward, I now owned two travel trailers.

I called my sister and brother-in-law and asked them to come down and tow my 17 ft. camper back and put it for sale in his yard. I told them I would cover all the expenses. In the meantime, I put a for sale sign on the camper and had several folks in the park show interest. I finally ended up selling it to an worker there in the park.

We moved the camper over to a site next to ours and began the process of moving things over to the newly purchased one. We didn't realize it would take as long as it did. I called my sister and told her that I was able it sell the camper and would not need to have it brought back. I think they were a little disappointed.

I went online and got a Virginia transport permit for the camper, but just putting on the tags from the former trailer probably all I need to do to get it back home.

Several weeks back, we made reservations for the next year and paid a deposit for a site. It had been another great winter get-away for three months (our longest stay yet). The resort is well-kept, spacious, and loaded with things to do. The location is great for going to great places outside the resort.




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