After working on the truck since January until literally 2 hours before we left, we finally started our annual Westbound migration in mid-July. A little later than we wanted to avoid the building heat and humidity of Southwest Florida, but migrating we were. For some reason the trip West, although we did things and visited people, seemed to pass in mostly a blur with few pictures taken.
Our first stop was in Orlando to visit our friends Rob, his wife Meghan and their two sons, who recently moved from Fort Myers. (regular readers may remember we visited Rob’s parents in Alaska during our travels last year) They had dinner waiting for us when we arrived (late) and we spent the evening and next morning over breakfast catching up. When it was time to leave the boys were trying to leave with us. Future adventure travelers perhaps? Still hot and humid.
From there we paid a visit to our older daughter and son-in-law in Jacksonville. While there Andre, our son-in-law, and I did the Crocodile Crossing zip line tour at the St. Augustine Alligator Farm Zoological Park. Unfortunately cameras were not allowed on the course. We had a blast but man was it hot and humid in the tree canopy! Did I mention we were leaving Florida to escape that?
The next few days found us wandering around Georgia and North Carolina. We visited Tallulah Falls in North Georgia. Still hot and humid with a nasty late evening thunderstorm thrown in for good measure. Glad we weren’t in a tent!
Being novices to whitewater rafting, we went on our first “self-guided” whitewater trip with Rolling Thunder River Company on the Nantahala River in North Carolina. Of course it was my job to keep our Funyak upright and pointed in the right direction while under various threats to my well-being from Pamala. It didn’t help that the rental company refers to the two person boats as “divorce boats”!
Here we are deciding (I’m deciding, Pamala is reiterating previous threats) how to approach an upcoming class 3 rapid notorious for flipping rafts.
Me doing my best to avoid said threats.
And a happy, mostly dry, Pamala after my successful navigation.
Still hot and humid, although the forty-something degree water helped. From there we were headed to a friends cabin in the boonies of North Carolina to spend the night. We were following hand written directions, so after passing a few gravel roads, when they said “go about a mile and a half and turn left on rough gravel road”, this wasn’t exactly what I was expecting! At least we knew it was the right gravel road. Still hot and humid.
We made a few more stops along the way which were mostly uneventful…except one.