Last Legs South

Since neither our map, our RV GPS or Google agree on a route to get us back to Hwy 17S, we implore the kind folks in the campground at St. James Island office to give us precise directions that will not involve losing an air conditioner to a low hanging branch. 

We were able to just squeeze under these branches

One sweet lady at the desk, hand draws us a map then carefully walks us through it step by step (she has obviously dealt with people like us before) and by following her instructions we make it out to 17S with all our roof mounted accoutrements intact.  Our plan is to take Hwy 17 South to I-95 then find a way west that does not veer too far north to deliver us to Hwy 301 and hopefully out of the holiday southbound traffic.  We brave about 30 minutes on I-95 north of Savannah where we enjoy a leisurely 10 mph rolling parking lot journey to the Georgia border.  We break out at I-16 and soon find ourselves rolling down 301 free from the southward migration.  We stay 2 nights in a campground near Homeland, GA notable only for the frequency of the trains that pass through the nearby crossing.  After an hour or so, all the trains seem to meld into one extremely long train blowing an unending warning of various pitched horns.

As we near our destination in Bunnell, FL once again our navigation assistants have a divergence of opinion.  I counsel Storm to go with the RV GPS which he has programmed to know that we are an RV.  Good call because the lovely, wide asphalt shortcut that Google suggested turned into a long, dirt road just a mile down.  Guided by the RV GPS, we follow very narrow pavement into the Bull Creek Fish Camp and stop just short of the boat launch for guidance to our spot which we obtain from other helpful campers as this County Campground has no attendants.

We are able to snake onto our spot with the trailer still attached and situated so that we have a perfect view of the creek behind us.  Now our trailer can double as a wood deck for our lawn chairs.  We have a Snowy egret named Fred and a Heron named Hank who visit frequently, plenty of fishing within 15 feet of our camper and a bar within crawling distance of our front door.  In just a few days, Storm will be a Senior Florida resident and able to fish license free!  It’s not quite paradise, but at least it is not snowing.  To all our friends in today’s snow belt we hope that you stay safe and warm through this spell of wintry weather!

Fred preening in a tree behind our coach
Hank hunting at the end of our trailer

About Sunny Weathers

Pilot, motorcyclist and full time RVer. Follow me as I travel all over the US in my Country Coach RV volunteering, making new friends and pursuing a constant outdoor temperature between 70F and 80F. I'll share the fun and the tribulations and any great survival tricks I learn!

2 Replies to “Last Legs South”

  1. What a life, every day a new experience and adventure. Looks like a nice place, be careful of the snakes and gators that like to hang out in them swamps. :>) Glad you made it down OK, are you in North-Central-South Florida? GOD BLESS


    1. Sunny Weathers says: Reply

      We are certainly keeping an eye out for gaters 🙂 We are in north Florida, just south of St. Augustine right now.

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