Here we go! Onto our final and much awaited destination—the Emerald Coast of Destin, FL.
As the wife stated, we did in fact spend the night in the RV our second night out. The discerning reader will note that I utilized the phrase, “spend the night” and not the descriptive phrase, “we slept in…”to describe this experience. Why? Because I would not say that I or my wife actually slept. The kids, yes they could sleep through a cataclysmic event on most occasions, but me and the wife… no, not so much. I love going on vacation, don’t get me wrong, but few things are as relaxing too me as our bed at home. If love makes a house a home… then a big wonderful bed makes it really, really home.
So, onward and forward we go. Now let me begin by stating that ANYONE who knows me knows one thing. I am a caffeine addict. I MUST have coffee in the morning…first thing, without question. I do not see this as a fault… it is a fact. “Hello, my name is Jerry, and I am a Caffeine addict. What? No I don’t have a problem… if I did not NEED it, then it would be a problem… so up yours and get me a coffee, black. What? No if I wanted cream and sugar with it I would have ask for freaking hot chocolate… now get me a coffee!!!” Knowing myself as I do, I try to make arrangements for getting my morning “crack” into the bloodstream before any serious or meaningful interaction with others. I do this as a courtesy to myself and for mankind in general. Yesterday upon entering the “Cajun RV Resort” I instinctively notice the Shell gas station right across the street, and like any good crack head make a mental note of my supplier’s location so I can get my fix first thing the next morning when needed. We wake up, I disconnect the rolling turd from the hookups, (this includes the black and grey water tank purge ceremony, which entails a set of specific prayers – like an exorcism of sorts) and I start making plans to get my morning fix from the good people at the shell gas station. That is when my wife states , “But the girls and I would love some Starbucks and I think I saw one down the street, so can you not just wait? I want to get on the road!” I smile, well I fake a smile, mentally marvel at the fact that my soul mate after all this time does not understand the nature of my need for morning coffee, and agree to this plan. The morning lingers on, and as an hour passes I am still without my go-go juice…NOT GOOD. A few minutes later the headache starts to set in and I am getting ready to move into a state of serious withdrawal. I check my watch… past 9:30am… no coffee… Houston we have a PROBLEM. We finally leave, and set out to find said Starbucks. Oh, but lest I forget, we also HAD to stop and buy some hokey souvenirs from the Souvenir Shop!! OMG! I could have run, literally jogged to the shell station, filled up on coffee and doubled back by the time we were done!!! The search for Starbucks continues. After searching and looking all over the place and ticking off several pedestrians, no luck finding Starbucks. Let me add here that driving around small streets is not a good idea for a novice RV driver. At this point I need to stray, mainly because what happened in the next half hour is a total blur to me. I recall some degree of yelling, mention of hitting the interstate and finding the closest gas station and then… total darkness. (I liken these little episodes to Bruce Banner turning into the Hulk) When I woke up, I was pulling in to some rinky-dink Exxon off of I-10 and wondering if Cousin Ted and Uncle Wilbur would even know what Coffee was much less how to make it. Praise be to God! They did… oh the sweet, satisfying warmth of heavenly goodness… I missed you.
We keep on trucking down I-10 and within a few hours arrive at the RV park in Destin. Now I am not a RV Park expert, but this place is nice and well equipped. The manager even came out and helped me back into the concrete slab and showed me all around. Very nice, and comforting to see that some people still understand what customer service really means.
After getting all settled in, we head to the beach and spend several fun filled hours frolicking in the clear waters of Florida’s finest beaches. The kids had a blast. The wife was completely glowing as she played and swam with the kids. The Man-Child was having a blast, and as a Dad, I realized that it was a moment like this that made it all worthwhile. Indeed, I am blessed and Life is Good.
More to follow…