We left Mom’s house and headed for Salt Springs. There were no reservations available online, but they hold several sites for first-come, first-served. Since we were arriving on Wednesday before the Labor Day weekend, we thought we stood a good chance of getting one.
There was a whole section available, so we were fortunate. The campground has been redone, and all the sites are grassy with shade trees, with a huge common area in the center between
the streets. And all sites have full hookups.
With our senior discount, we got 5 nights for $80.00. I am so grateful for that discount. It is the only reason we can enjoy camping so often.
Even after the campground filled up, it still seemed spacious due to the open common areas. However, after all the weekend arrivals put up screen houses, tents for the kids, and filled their sites with bicycles, toys, firewood, etc., it started to feel pretty crowded.
We were fortunate to have wonderful neighbors. A family — grandpa (Robert), his daughter (Vianna), her husband (Don), and their son (Joey) who will be going into the Air Force in November camped next to us. They were so friendly and we had so much in common that we felt as though we were camping with family.
Vianna is a crafter and was working on an afghan for Joey’s girlfriend.
That inspired me to unpack my neglected afghan and work on it with her. Among her crafts, she also tats. I mentioned that I had my grandmother’s tatting shuttle, so she proceeded to try to teach me to tat. I simply could not get “flipping the knot” even after trying late into the evening and the next morning.
Not to be discouraged, Vianna came over to our trailer right before we were leaving on Monday and showed me how to do needle tatting. That’s a version that I can do! I promised to send her a picture of the tatting supplies that I buy, and also a picture of my first tatting project.
Unfortunately, we did not pass a craft store that carried tatting supplies on our way back, so I will have to order them online when I get home!
Also while we were down there, my sister Ann’s friends, Linda and Marty came by and went swimming in the springs with us. The water was COLD. The daytime temperatures were running in the mid-nineties, so the 72 degree water felt icy at first. But once we were in the water, it was heavenly!
The water is so clear that you can stand in neck deep water and look down at the bottom and see the individual grains of sand. Gorgeous! And little bream swim around the edges, and schools of large mullet (vegetarian fish) frequent the seaweed patches. Past the roped off swimming area, boats anchor and fish. And we saw a man fishing for mullet with a bow and arrow. Apparently they don’t bite on hooks well, so that’s a more efficient way to fish for them.
After we swam in the springs, Linda and Marty invited us over to their home for a wonderful vegetarian dinner. They took us on a walk around their neighborhood pointing out the various mushrooms that grow in their area, and introduced us to a couple of their neighbors.
Marty built a houseboat that doubles as a camper when it’s on the boat trailer. So they can camp in the national forest campgrounds, then pull their “camper” into the water and it is a houseboat. He also showed us photos of the sailboat he built several years ago. What an amazing couple!
Unfortunately, I did not think to bring my camera with me when we visited with Linda and Marty, so I don’t have any photos of them and their lovely home. Maybe after enough such disappointments, I will get better at remembering to keep the camera with me at all times when we are out.