We left Poplar Bluff under cover of a balmy July night, after celebrating Ben’s stellar baseball season with his team at Dairy Queen.
We arrived in even balmier Tampa Florida many hours later where our Coach awaited. Our new home will be the vehicle through which our lives are forever reinvented. Off we go!
How cool is Florida anyway? It is the consummate mash of the organic elements of paradise merged with the height of man’s penchant for inventing wild things to entertain himself.
OK, I, personally would prefer more of the organic and less of the man-made but there’s no turning that bus around, so we enjoyed a stay at Disney’s Wilderness Campground and a day at Magic Kingdom and Blizzard Beach Water Park.
Tons of fun, but a memory that sticks out in my mind was not made there. After setting up camp at the Red Coconut RV Park on the beach in Ft. Myers Beach, Ben and I took a walk on that beach as the sun was going down. We played tag and held hands (once or twice) and laughed as we walked. I thought, “Man, I love being with this kid, holding this little hand! Take this in!”
The next day Brian and I sat back and watched the boys take on the sun, sand and the sea. They looked so small against the backdrop of the giant deep. The sound of their little boy voices laughing and screaming over the roll of the surf – so worth slowing life down for. Free.