Friday, February 19, 2021
Our travel day was short. It was only a 2.5-hour drive to Skidaway Island State Park. During a break in heavy rains, I hooked up. It was cold and a bit windy. My duck hunting experiences have taught me how to get along in this kind of weather, but cold rain is always the worst. As someone said, “There’s no such thing as too cold, just the wrong gear”.
Martha sent me over to help Ruff load the Solo Stove and hook up. We had trouble with the trailer lift, but finally got it. If these conditions didn’t deter our new campers, they might make it for the long haul.
This time I didn’t hesitate to get on I95. Fortunately the traffic wasn’t too bad. By about 3:30, we pulled into Skidaway Island State Park. We had been here before. In fact, we were in the same campsite – #8. Fortunately the rains had stopped, and we were able to sit out by the fire.
Sandra cooked a very good vegetable soup and cornbread. After cleaning up the dishes, it didn’t take me long to hit the bed and go to sleep.