We slept on wet pillows last night. Apparently, the back
door of the Supervan wasn’t shut securely and the rain invited itself
inside. When Dad took me out for my
morning potty break, we finally saw the Silver Springs campgrounds in the light of day:
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| We are currently at the blue dot (top), heading for the little red dot (mid-left), then Miami (bottom right). |
Looks like more rain today until we get to south. Bleh:
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| Mom must be obsessed with maps today... |
No, serious, the traffic sucked.
We finally stopped for lunch at Chili’s -- I got zilch. I’m so ticked
off I’m not even going to supply a photo of the establishment.
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| Just because I'm ticked |
Aunt Ruth’s house was only a few miles down the road. Mom
and Dad left me in the Supervan while they walked up to the front door, and guess what the
first thing Aunt Ruth said? “Where’s Tank?”
Uh-huh, that's right, Boo. Mom had to come back and get me.
The four of us visited on Aunt Ruth’s patio overlooking the
water.
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| Not pictured: Mom, the photographer -- duh |
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Aunt Ruth loves me, what can I say? I just have that effect
on people, I suppose.
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| That's right, just keep on lovin' me up |
Mom and Dad continued to chat with Aunt Ruth while I was on gator-watch.
After a while, it was time to get back on the road. We still had 3 1/2 hours to go before we
reach Miami tonight. So we said farewell and adieu to Aunt Ruth and climbed
back into the Supervan.
Mom went a little photo-nuts when the rain cleared up.
We arrived at our hotel, the Fontainebleau (try to pronounce that one, I dare you) in Miami.
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Rob doesn't arrive until later tonight. I don't know if I can stay awake long enough, but tomorrow when I see him, I hope I don't wet myself from excitement.
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