Here we are in Ponciana. A suburb of Kissimmee Florida. It is raining like a bastard. The campground is full and the hotel rooms are completely sold out. It has rained like this almost everyday. The guy camped next to us muttered something about a "water leak" and is now mysteriously gone.We have learned to get up early to get our sunburn out of the way before noon. Our campsite (116) is almost as far away from the pool and bar area as possible. Why do we worry about getting soaked after getting right out of the water? We do. The rain also limits our menu choices. Cooking a steak over a gas grill under the cloth awning is ill advised.
We only had two incidents on our way down here. Our fueling stop was at a Flying J. They have a special island for motorhome diesel. It is cheaper because it has no extra road use tax. We were in that lane. The pump malfunctioned. The guy behind me was impatient because that was the lane that he wanted to use to dump his poop tank. He was furious at me. He impatiently tapped his Sperry Topsiders and put his hands on the hips of his neatly pressed chinos as he hissed something about how long of a process this was becoming. Who cares. He is way overdressed for turd herding anyway.