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Topsail Hill State Preserve, Miramar Beach FL

The flamingos were out this morning in a large flock!

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Photo by Devoman

But I slept in … and so did Emma, worn out from a big day of cycling on Saturday. I showed up for “breakfast” at site 164 around 9:00.

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Herb, Rich, and Joe out for breakfast under the pines

The rally was supposed to end today, but it turned out that many of us were staying an extra night or more. By afternoon I counted 15 Airstreams still here, including Carol, Joe, Steve & family, and Wendimere & Bill.

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Bill and Emma race to the beach

We decided to stay one more night. Taking an extra day turned out to be the right move, despite the high cost of this campground ($42 with tax). Instead of rushing out after the rally festivities, we got a chance to relax and enjoy a much less hectic day. Since we got a fairly nice day with temps in the 70s, I was also able to let the awning dry out before rolling it up. We’ve had rain every night and heavy dew as well, so drying things has been tough.

Emma took me, Joe, and Bill out for a bike ride to the beach, which is about a mile down a paved road. The sea was rough, as it has been every day since we arrived in the panhandle. The storms that keep passing through are really stirring up the water, so the “Emerald Coast” is more of a murky green.

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On the way back, Emma organized a race. We took it easy because she still crashes regularly. Today she clipped the edge of the beach tram and landed in a big puddle, but got up feeling fine. So far she’s had about six spectacular crashes but no injuries. Everyone in the campground knows her now, either because she’s crashed on their lawn or ridden by screaming “Woo-hoo!”

This evening we had an “impromptu pot luck” which most consisted of leftovers of last night’s huge dinner — and it was good — and then at 7:30 we showed Superman 3 on our big screen for seven adults: Carol, me, Eleanor, Wendimere, Bill, Steve, and Misty. The kids watched “Cars” on Emma’s little DVD player in her bedroom. So yes, with a little creativity we can actually get seven people in position to watch a movie in here.

Tomorrow we will pack up and hit the road. Our date in Ruston is looming, and we need to cover 488 miles on Monday and Tuesday. We have no planned stop between here and there, but a few ideas and we’ll just see how things go …

Can Opener Rally

Emma has officially learned to ride a bike, at the Can Opener Rally here in Miramar Beach, FL!

Bill and Wendimere arrived today, and Bill immediately got to his task of teaching Emma to bicycle. In July he removed Emma’s training wheels in Aurora, CO. In November, he and Emma practiced in a parking lot in Haines City, FL. And today, the final breakthrough occurred. After a patient hour or so, Emma suddenly became proficient and comfortable at turning her bike, and began cycling madly through the streets of Topsail Hill State Park.

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Bill and Emma working on riding skills

The problem was, we couldn’t get her to quit. We took turns riding with her on our folding Birdy bicycles as she circled the block again and again, yelling, “Woo-hoo! I LOVE bicycling! Bicycling ROCKS!” She rode everywhere, shrieking with excitement and attracting plenty of attention from our fellow campers. I was hoping she’d learn to like bicycling, but I never expected anything like this. She has begged us to take her for a long ride tomorrow, so we will ride the one mile (no vehicles) road to the beach, if the weather isn’t bad. Thank you, Bill!

It was “open house” all day, so besides practicing cycling with Emma, we were busy all day with visitors and occasionally getting to see someone else’s trailer. There are three Safari 30 bunkhouses here (including ours) and so I’m interested in swapping notes with the other owners. We’ve already discovered a few bugs common to all of them. Since there are so few of us who own this model, sharing ideas and solutions is really helpful.

In the afternoon, our friend Joe and I did a little talking about our March (?) trip to Mexico. I wish I’d had a chance to view a few trailers, but we were so busy I never got breakfast or lunch. By the time dinner rolled around, I was starving …

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Wendimere chills by our trailer in the early evening

… which turned out to be good thing since dinner was a massive potluck event. There was a huge buffet line of everything that people had brought, which included at least fifteen entrees and a dozen or more desserts. One table was dedicated only to Cajun entrees. We had about 80 people attend and there was enough left over that everyone got to take a little home if they wanted to.

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The evening’s entertainment was “Raiders of the Lost Ark” projected on a huge white sheet of plastic in an empty campsite. (We “edited” the movie for Emma by covering her eyes or distracting her during the scary parts. At one point I looked over to see her crawling across the pavement toward a dark lump on the ground. She was capturing a frog.) It was a spectacular evening, warm, windless, and bug-free, except for a brief light misting toward the end of the movie. This has been a good time.

From rain to shine

A very slow-moving line of thunderstorms bore down on us all night, bringing a constant distant booming and intermittent rain. This morning the line grew closer, and the sky grew darker until by 9 a.m. we were forced to put the lights on in the trailer. There was nothing to do but wait it out. We watched the weather radar on the Internet and left the TV on in case a tornado was reported.

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If a tornado had appeared, our plan would be to run for the nearest safe structure. You can’t tow your way out of danger, and driving along Rt 98 isn’t really practical way to escape an unpredictable tornado either. Once in a while we get caught in a big storm and so I review the escape plan with everyone — in this case, run to the bathrooms nearby, which are made of brick. Fortunately, this storm line brought us nothing but a few hours of rain.

When it subsided, I checked the mail again in Ft Walton Beach. Nothing there. We’ll have to go back again tomorrow.

By the time we hitched up and towed 11 miles to Topsail Hill State Preserve, the sky was miraculously clearing and the rest of the day was spectacular. Not a cloud to be seen all afternoon, and dozens of Airstreams filling the campground.

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Our group met up at an empty site (#164) to grill and hang out. I managed to get most of the crowd posed for a quick photo, but since it was a five-second exposure in the dark they’re not all looking their best …

A few friends we knew before are here: Carol, with whom we have enjoyed several adventures (most recently our trip from Salem OR to Idaho in July — see the archives), Herb & Sidra, and Joe (known as 2air on the forums). The rest are new to us, but we’re making new friends fast.

Working in the fog

Today was our last day in Henderson Beach State Park. Tomorrow we’ll pack up and move 11 miles down the road to Topsail Hill State Reservation to join the rally-ites who are already gathering. We dropped in on Topsail today just to check out the action and saw a wide range of Airstreams: a 16 ft Quiksilver Bambi, a Classic motorhome, a Land Yacht motorhome, a 34 ft Classic trailer, three polished vintage trailers, and others.

Since I spent the day working and nothing exciting happened, I’ll just mention a few miscellaneous things.

The mail system I talked about yesterday didn’t work perfectly. I didn’t account for post-holiday mail delays, and it turned out that at least two packages have not yet arrived, although they should have. We’ll take a last look tomorrow morning before we relocate. Worst case, we’ll have to drive 20 miles from Topsail Hill to Ft Walton Beach to check over the weekend.

Weather-wise, it has been bizarre. I knew this part of Florida was changeable in the winter, but still the variation from day to day has been surprising. A few days ago it was beach weather. The next two days it was cold enough for hats and winter jackets. Eleanor put the extra apple cider out by our doorstep to keep it cool, but today it warmed up to the point that the cider started to ferment, and a dense fog developed, like the northern California coast. I can hear foghorns off the coast every once in a while.

Redwoods would like this, but the locals sure don’t. And there’s no telling what is coming this weekend, since the forecasts change every few hours. But it doesn’t look great for the rally. Still, everyone is planning to have fun no matter what.

We’re listening to The VAP tonight. I made the mistake of calling in to ask the “Panel Pros” (and my good friends) Tim, Rob and Colin what they thought I should do with the 1953 Flying Cloud. So The VAP episode #35 is half about the adventure Rob Baker had trying to retrieve the Flying Cloud, and of course they took the opportunity to rib me a little too.

Back in Charleston SC and in other places we have spotted the “hula man” signs. Go back to the original blog entry for a photo of what I’m talking about. Here’s an explanation of those. Thanks to Hunter Hampton for tipping me off.

Mail call!

Today was mail day, which means we drove to the Ft Walton Beach post office to pick up General Delivery of whatever our home post office, friends, and family sent along last week. Every week or two I pick a post office that will be along our projected route, and spread the word. Next week it will be:

Rich Luhr
General Delivery
Ruston, LA 71270-9998

I also let people know the window of availability. In this case, we’ll pick up mail on the 10th or 11th, so First Class letters need to be in the mail by Friday this week to be safe.

In today’s mail was something I’d been waiting for. You may recall that in Tampa I had to use the last of my “buttonhead” rivets to repair the dump valve bracket. So I had written to our friends Don and Amanda and Donal to ask if they would mail me a small envelope of half a dozen rivets. I knew Don had recently bought a large box of them and would have spares.

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The rivets arrived today, elaborately wrapped as a Christmas present. Now, if you’ve ever been to Cracker Barrel you’ll recognize what they did. It’s that insanely infuriating puzzle/game that they put on the tables at every Cracker Barrel, but using rivets as the game pieces. Of course, we love that game and we play it competitively when we stop at Cracker Barrels. So now we have both a handmade version of the game which will remind us of our friends, and a handy rivet storage block.

Switching sites

Well, back to work. A full day of business, interrupted only by a move from site 3 to site 18.

That’s because we booked our visit here in two separate sessions on ReserveAmerica, and so we ended up with different sites. This actually worked out well since this is a water/electric campground (not full hookup). We took the opportunity to dump the tanks before settling back in to our new spot.

Our technique is simple: on a day when we expect to have the opportunity to dump the tanks, we all take showers right before. This ensures there’s plenty of gray water to flush the hose, and also puts us ready for several more days of limited gray capacity in case we need to dry camp again. We did this on Saturday while parked at the day use area here, waiting for our site to open up. Once in Illinois at a very quiet campground in the winter (Kickapoo State Park), I remember Eleanor showering while we were parked at the dump station. There was nobody around, so we figured “Why not?”

Now we’re in the new space with empty holding tanks, and easily ready to stay here through our departure on Friday. We know exactly what we can do & for how long, and so there’s no doubt about our ability to dry camp here through Friday.

If you experiment and learn how far you can go with your gray and black tanks, you’ll have much more comfort using your trailer in all sorts of situations. I feel bad for people who only stay in full-hookup campgrounds because they aren’t confident of their rig’s limits. You miss out on so many great places! It’s worth the effort to learn your capacities and how to maximize your resources (water, holding tanks, and electric).

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Full moon tonight and yesterday

This evening Bill called to say that he and Wendimere would be up for the rally on Saturday, which is great. That makes something like 38 Airstreams coming, and nearly 80 people. Also the weather is looking better every day. At this point we are expecting 70-72 degrees on Friday & Saturday, when most people will be here.

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Sunset over the Gulf of Mexico

New Years Day

Things have turned Florida-lovely today, with blue skies and upper 60s temperatures, so it was a very nice day for a walk along the boardwalk and the beach.

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Along the beach just east of the State Park are several buildings that appear to have been either inns or condos. They are barricaded now, rendered uninhabitable by storms. The buildings were placed directly in the line of natural sand dunes, which are supported by sea oats. The buildings killed the sea oats, and so when a storm arrived, the dunes washed away — along with the undersides of the buildings. Now the building code is different, so I’ve been told. Along the state park, sea oat replantings are underway.

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This is a really beautiful state park, an oasis of nature tucked into the middle of Destin. The surrounding landscape of dunes, palmetto, pine and oak is relaxing and full of character. Even though we are only a few hundred yards from busy Rt 98, it seems far away.

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It was also a fine day for some domestic activities, including home schooling and sewing. Yes, we travel with a sewing machine lately. It rides in the back of the truck, taking the space formerly occupied by the generator.

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This afternoon our friends from St Augustine (Steve, Misty, and Brianna) arrived, and we hosted dinner for them. I’d tell you what we ate but Bobby says I need to stop talking about the food so much. (He’s getting hungry up there in Virginia.) You’ll have to use your imagination!

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