No need to get up early this morning since I only had a drive of about 65 miles today to arrive at Okefenokee NWR. On top of that, there was a hunt going on this morning at the refuge so the road I needed to drive down to get to the volunteer village was closed until noon. Since I had scoped out the drive and found an acceptable gas station along the way, I thought I’d sleep like a log last night. Not so! I tossed and turned until almost four in the morning before drifting off briefly. Just don’t understand that.
When I was checking out the available sites yesterday, I had four to choose from. I chose the one on the far left in this view. Only problem was, I couldn’t find a sewer hookup. While I was out doing the wildlife drive, maintenance went over and found the missing hookup. It was buried under the grass and sand. I still will have to dig it out a bit, but to me this was the best sight in the village. My car is parked on another site, and there is one more to the right.
My other choice wasn’t much better. Notice how close the sites are? It was obvious that these sites have been here for quite some time, and my guess is they were designed by someone that has never lived fulltime in an RV. My gosh, there’s barely ten feet between them. I like people, but really. With all the acreage available on these refuges, you would think they’d give their volunteers a little breathing space.
So I chose the site I did so I wouldn’t have to stare into my neighbor’s RV when I sat outside with Emma. There are only two sites here where that is possible.
This is my front yard and view. This side faces the pine and live oak forest. If and when we get more volunteers, I can put up with them on one side, but considering the amount of time Emma and I spend outside this was the premiere site in my opinion.
I knew it would be a little sticky sneaking into this site, but with the help of Barry, another volunteer who drives a motorhome, spotting for me, I backed into it in between the hookups on both sides on the first try. I even placed the rig just right so that I can open all the basement bins without banging into the hookup posts. I was feeling pretty smug when I checked out my backing up job.
Most hookups are usually on the driver’s side, but we also have propane gas hookups here and they are on the passenger’s side at this site. You can see how tight the squeeze to get in is. That’s my rear tire on the right on the edge of the cement pad. I have to go to town tomorrow to get the proper attachment so I can take advantage of the included propane. My extend-a-stay hose doesn’t have the right couplings.
After spending the entire afternoon getting things set up for an extended stay, I collapsed into my rocker outside. As usual, the biggest challenge was finding an opening in the forest to get the two satellites for my DISH honed in. That finally accomplished, I put up the trucker’s antenna and hooked up the Wilson amplifier to see if I could get any internet or phone connections. It’s not outstanding here in the middle of the boondocks, but I hope I’ll be able to post tonight.
As I was relaxing, I noticed this batch of fungus in the middle of my front yard. As I lay prone on the grass to get this shot, no one called 911. I guess I’m home for now…
Thanks for stopping by… talk to you later, Judy