As usual, we left Mom’s house late — after lunch.
We were hot and tired, and wanted to do as little driving today as possible. So we crossed the Georgia line and stopped at the Eagle’s Roost RV Park, one of our favorite overnight stops.
Besides being a beautiful, clean park, the profusion of Spanish moss lends an aura of timeless peace. I first remember seeing Spanish moss when I was a little girl in Green Cove Springs, Florida. Then we moved to the beach and I don’t remember seeing it there. It must not like salt air.
Spanish moss is not a true moss, and it is not a parasite. It gets its moisture and nutrients from the air. It can, however, cover a tree to the point that the tree becomes unable to produce enough food through photosynthesis. And sometimes it can get so heavy that it can cause branches to break off the tree. But to me, it’s a beautiful, mysterious part of the essence of the Deep South.
I also noticed the Eagle sculpture for the first time this visit.
There’s only so much I can say about Spanish moss, so I’ll just post pictures that I took today.
Tomorrow we plan to visit Ron’s brother in a nursing home near here. Then we’ll head to Cotton Hill COE campground on Walter F. George Lake on the Georgia/Alabama line.
It’s a new campground for us, so we’re looking forward to spending several days there.