06th May 2007

In Memory of John Candy

We are now getting organised to be able to live out of doors, we have a large awning (which is a roof canopy fixed to the side of the TT) and a ground sheet. We now have enough chairs for everyone to sit on (including a little fold up chair for Brianna) and tables to eat from, also we have moved the toaster out, so that the heat doesn’t build up in the TT. Because it is warm and has rained very little we are reasonably happy to leave things outside, however there are racoons. Sally and Sarah actually saw one. They were looking out of the window as it was getting dark and saw a racoon head pop up above our little table. It had a look round and then moved off, very exciting, But it means we don’t leave any food out because they will find it and take it. This was nearly our downfall.

At this point you need to remind yourself of the film The Great Outdoors with John Candy and Dan Ackroyd. When I got up this morning I went out and found the toaster exactly where it is in the picture. The racoons had attempted to drag the toaster off into the forest. They are obviously smart enough to know that it still needs to be plugged in to work, but not smart enough to realise that they could have plugged it in to any of the other camp site power sockets, then we would never have found it.

 

Presumably the conversation between Mr and Mrs Racoon went something like this (these are the subtitles and it may have lost something in translation).

‘Hey they think they have really cleaned up round here’

‘I know, these people have no idea of how to put on a menu’

‘They even swept the porch’

‘Yeah, but I can smell TOAST!!’

‘We love TOAST’

‘Hey why don’t we make TOAST’

‘Because we don’t know how to and there’s no bread’

‘Hey, why don’t we use bread from one of the other restaurants ‘

‘We could really do with a TOASTER at home’

‘If we had a TOASTER, we would be really king round here.’

‘We could have all kinds of cool TOASTER parties’

‘Everybody loves a family with a TOASTER’

‘We could cook all kinds of stuff from the cafes here’

‘Waffles, pop tarts and banana skins’‘

OK, we’ll have it, give me a hand to carry it’‘

Oh dear, they haven’t put a long cord on the TOASTER’

‘Shucks, there goes another evolutionary step forward, just because we don’t know where the extension cord is’

‘Don’t worry, We’ll be back!!!

Seaworld

Sunday: Today we are going to Seaworld. We arrived in perfect time to go and see the dolphins in their performance called ‘Blue Horizons’. It was really good, the dolphins did tricks with people and they had acrobats on high swings and also parrots that flew round above our heads, very exciting. We then went to see the killer whales in their performance of ‘Believe’. They are much larger than dolphins and it was a very impressive display. After that we saw the penguins, the sharks (not in the same area) and the actic animals. It was very nice.

In the afternoon Brianna went to see the ‘Elmo and the Buccaneers’ performance. Then within minutes the sky turned black, the wind came up to gale force and it rained and thundered and lightninged. It stormed for about half an hour then was OK again. So a thunderstorm on 2 days running. 

02 May 2007

Preparing for our family holiday

Yesterday we arrived at Lake Griffin, where we are to meet up with Carl and Sarah, and Helen and Amy.

We have set up our TT on one site, and have booked the next door site for the others to camp on. It is very peaceful here we have already sen two types of woodpecker and Sally has spotted a bright red bird called a Cardinal. Last night we caught a brief glimpse of an armadillo in the twilight. Our campsite is surrounded be American Live Oak trees and thick underbrush and palmettos. So I hope that the others will enjoy it when they arrive on Thursday. I have finaly bought the camera I want, it should arrive on Friday (I hope it is worth it).

Today we are going to do a bit of shopping and sample the delights of an Adult Community (an over 55, open, but gated community. I will report on that later).

Family Reunion

On Thursday we were preparing for the arrival of Sarah, Carl and Brianna. Also Helen and Amy were coming for a holiday. We had put up a couple of tents, bought a little chair for Brianna and an inflatable bed for Carl and Sarah. We drove down to Orlando to collect them at 6.15 no problem. Then we returned to Lake Griffin, sorted ourselves out and went for a meal at Denny’s (last choice, but at least it was open). Then at 10.30 I went back down to Orlando to collect Helen and Amy, who were arriving at 11.15. By the time I had picked them up, they had eaten a Mac Meal and we had driven back it was 1.30 in the morning. So we were a little tired.

Family reunion update

This morning Brianna woke bright and cheerful at 6.00 and we all had a nice early morning cup of tea or coffee. Then we took a nice trip to Wal-Mart to get supplies for a couple of hours, spent shed loads of cash on bug sprays.

This afternoon Helen, Amy and I took a canoe on to the lake again, but didn’t see much as I think it was too warm for the animals, so we decided to go on a dawn safari tomorrow, so we will see if that will produce more wild life (hope its not just bugs.

New Camera

My new camera arrived yesterday and I am trying to work out how to use it. It is a little larger than I thought it would be, but I shall try to cope. It is a lot quicker – I can now take pictures of birds, rather than the post they were sat on when I started to take the pic. I can also control the focal length manually, which is good (that would have allowed me to take pictures of the fish through the glass bottom boat. The 9 megapix give a good result when blown right up. All in all first impressions seems to be very good. 

22 March 2007 Lake Region Audabon Street Nature Center

This is a small nature center which seems to be run by the local neighbourhood. We drove down a narrow track, through woodland, to a small car park, surrounded by trees, which was, and remained, deserted.
It was completely devoid of traffic, or any other human, noise. It was only the presence of a dilapidated notice board that indicated we were in the right place at all. Next to this was a nesting box, with several copies of a map, well an A4 sheet with a vaguely circular thick black line with the odd description on it, such as ‘pond’, or ‘lake’. There was no sense of scale, but we appeared to be in the middle of the area labelled ‘Butterfly Garden’ although the only evidence seemed to be a single, but very beautiful, large iridescent black/blue butterfly floating around in it.
Nevertheless, there appeared to be a track disappearing into the forest. We unshipped Sally’s electric wheelchair and set off. The first thing to notice was the amount of dead stuff all around, the second thing was that the path was quite uneven, wet in places, sandy in others, with lots of roots on its surface, Sally’s chair had to work like an ATV to make progress along this pathway. When we stood in the car park is was a pleasant, warm spring afternoon. By the time we were 20 feet into the forest the atmosphere had changed, it was warmer, absolutely still, and humid, so humid that water just dripped of trees and bushes, almost as though it was raining. We were surrounded by tall pines and palms, with often dense undergrowth beneath, and American oaks (same bark, but not the pretty leaf shape of our oak trees), which had less dense undergrowth. The trees all had those swampy epiphytes (air plants) hanging from them. Lots of ferns and frondy plants. Old dead and rotting trees and leaves covered any clear areas; many of the dead trees had strange fungi on them. We could hear lots of bird noises, jays, and warblers mostly, although we did hear a woodpecker tapping away in the distance. Lots of bright butterflies flitted round the undergrowth.
As we moved along the path you could often hear scurryings of lizards scampering away through the leaves. Sally and I are not bird experts, so identifying them is not easy. We spent some time watching a small red and brown bird carrying nest making material into an old bird house. As we approached the lake (according to the map, because we couldn’t see very far) the undergrowth became more dense, we passed giant bamboo thickets 30 feet tall. It was even more humid here, everything was wet, the ground, even the path, became quite boggy.
When we reached the lake, it was a small muddy beach with rushes to either side, under a large oak tree which over hung the water. There was a small viewing hide there. Sally and I went in; there was a restricted view of the lake. I spent some time taking pictures of the edge of the lake, and then noticed a tree which had fallen into the lake, the base of the trees was about 6 feet to the right of the little hut. As I looked at it I could see an alligator sleeping on the trunk, only about 20 feet away. Our first encounter with Florida’s most dangerous creature! We carefully crept round the shoreline to get a better view of it – it didn’t move, we took pictures of it. We realised it was awake, at least its eyes were open, but the whole time we were there it just ignored us. It was quite big, about 5 feet long and it had ferocious teeth. We sat on the lakeshore (there was a bench) and had our picnic lunch. While we were there an eagley looking bird (there are loads of big predator birds and I have not sorted them out yet) flew past with a big fish in its talons, we saw a terrapin perched on a log about 10 feet away and all the time there were ducks swimming past and cranes flying past and little warblers flitting round in the oak tree above. It was a lovely little adventure in a rain forest. After our lunch we made our way back to the car park, where it was still dry and pleasant and the single butterfly still flitted round in the butterfly garden. This, we decided was our first real taste of Florida wild life. What a wonderful afternoon we had. We then re-emerged into the hustle and bustle of the American freeway and the Audubon Nature Center returned to its quiet and patient pre-occupation with growing, flowering, eating, dying, decaying and regrowing.

14 March 2007 Brick Walls

It’s funny how one small statement can turn your world upside down. I phoned the people at the tax office where you register your car when you have bought it (we have not bought it yet, but working on it). She politely said “You can only register a car if you have been resident for 6 months”. . . . . . . . . Oh, that completely screws us up. I double checked with her, but to no avail. Six months. We can only be in the country for 3 months at a time. Could it be that our plans could come unstuck at such an early stage? We decided to have a cup of tea and coffee (I had a sticky to comfort myself). . . . . . . . . And had a think. Go to a different state, lie, go home, phone a friend. We decided to phone Ken (a really nice guy we had met in Manchester airport who was English, but lives in Florida not far from us.). He said, you can use a \Florida Driving licence to register a car. . . . . . . . So the hunt was back on. Get a Florida Driving licence and all (may) will be well.

13 March 2007 Bob/Ron/Bill

Sally is doing really well physically, considering the driving around we have been doing and the warmer weather we are having (now up in the 80’s)
The pattern has been to do 2 or 3 RV dealerships a day. We get to ride in their golf buggy as we are driven around to look at their TTs, interestingly enough the sales people are interesting:
They are almost all called single syllable names: Bob, Bill and Ron seem favourites.
They all live happily married lives, having been married for at least 30 years (except one guy, who although about 60 had only been married a year).
I wonder if they have assumed identities tailored to their impression of the customer.
When you arrive at the ‘Lot’ they are usually old guys, sat in rocking chairs on a porch (all sales offices have covered porches, think western movie set). You can see them pulling out the persona they will use.
“Oh here come a couple of likely customers, they look like ‘furriners’, so ai’d better, talk slow and choose an easy name.”
“He looks harassed, so ai’d reckon they bin married a long time, so ai’d better develop empathy by having a little woman back home cookin grits and gizzards for me.”
Of course we are too soft with them and are often perilously close to buying from at least half of them.
The inspection routine is a bit like Goldilocks and the 3 bears. They always start you off in a crappy, short, under accessorised and overpriced TT. We look at it, say its lovely, but it’s too small. So we move to the next, larger and slightly better. (This TT is lovely, but the bed is too short, the bathroom has a shower curtain, not a glass door, I can feel that there is a pea under this mattress.). Finally we move to a top of the range, with everything, including a kitchen sink, at a price which we all know is unaffordable, so we look at it and say “This is just right, it’s got everything, even a kitchen sink, but we can’t afford it”. “Ah”, says Ron/Bill/Bob, “let me check with my manager”. “Oh, I think that we can just drop by $3000 dollars if you want to buy it soon”. We say “oh, Um that’s really great, we will have to look carefully at our budget”. Then we all ride back to the office, have a cup of water and say thank you, swop cards and addresses, then move on to the next Dealer, named Bob/Bill/Ron

13 March 2007 Bob/Ron/Bill

Sally is doing really well physically, considering the driving around we have been doing and the warmer weather we are having (now up in the 80’s)
The pattern has been to do 2 or 3 RV dealerships a day. We get to ride in their golf buggy as we are driven around to look at their TTs, interestingly enough the sales people are interesting:
They are almost all called single syllable names: Bob, Bill and Ron seem favourites.
They all live happily married lives, having been married for at least 30 years (except one guy, who although about 60 had only been married a year).
I wonder if they have assumed identities tailored to their impression of the customer.
When you arrive at the ‘Lot’ they are usually old guys, sat in rocking chairs on a porch (all sales offices have covered porches, think western movie set). You can see them pulling out the persona they will use.
“Oh here come a couple of likely customers, they look like ‘furriners’, so ai’d better, talk slow and choose an easy name.”
“He looks harassed, so ai’d reckon they bin married a long time, so ai’d better develop empathy by having a little woman back home cookin grits and gizzards for me.”
Of course we are too soft with them and are often perilously close to buying from at least half of them.
The inspection routine is a bit like Goldilocks and the 3 bears. They always start you off in a crappy, short, under accessorised and overpriced TT. We look at it, say its lovely, but it’s too small. So we move to the next, larger and slightly better. (This TT is lovely, but the bed is too short, the bathroom has a shower curtain, not a glass door, I can feel that there is a pea under this mattress.). Finally we move to a top of the range, with everything, including a kitchen sink, at a price which we all know is unaffordable, so we look at it and say “This is just right, it’s got everything, even a kitchen sink, but we can’t afford it”. “Ah”, says Ron/Bill/Bob, “let me check with my manager”. “Oh, I think that we can just drop by $3000 dollars if you want to buy it soon”. We say “oh, Um that’s really great, we will have to look carefully at our budget”. Then we all ride back to the office, have a cup of water and say thank you, swop cards and addresses, then move on to the next Dealer, named Bob/Bill/Ron

11 March 2007 Goats Milk Fudge

Bright and early we set out in the other direction: back south and spent some time looking at TT’s in another 2 dealerships. All seem to tell the same story that this is not a good time of year for used TT. – But they seemed to be much more interested in motor homes and 5th wheelers. We may yet have to go north to the New York area to get what we want.
On the way home we stopped at a little gifty shop which makes its own ice cream and fudge. Its claim to fame being its excellent range of Goats Milk Fudge and Goats Milk Ice Cream. Sally and I shared an ordinary ice cream, because they had run out of Goats Milk Ice Cream.
We are seeing some lovely birds as we travel round. We have been taking picnic lunches and finding lakeside places to eat them. Soon (like when I know which birds are which) I will say something more on these birds.