Made it!

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.   

We were hurtling down 95 about 63 mph just south of Daytona when all of a suden, out of nowhere we were suddenly jolted from our hypnotic driving trance and assaulted by a horrendously loud, eardrum rattleing,  insanely high-pitched, almost hypersonic, wailing sound.  Like a carbon monoxide detector gone mad or Satan's own teakettle furiously boiling and wailing for relief from the flames.  Imagine a silent dog whistle for a 27 foot tall mutt. "What is that?"  P leaned forward and looked up.   "WINDSHIELD!"  Screeeeeeeeeeee  I know the prisoner dolphins in Sea World heard it.   She gestured up at the corner of the gigantic glass panel in front of her.   Screeeeeeeeeeee  "IT'S LOOSE AGAIN."  Oh hell now what do we do?  A sign appeared over the interstate.  Rest area 1 mile.   We pull in to the rest stop, get the ladder out of the storage and duct tape the windshield.  That's it.  We drove the rest of the way in comfort.  We have an appointment to have it fixed when we leave here.   There are a bunch of love bugs stuck to the part of the tape that blew back and exposed the adhesive to the insect world.