I like this campground and love the campers we’ve met. But I have had all the swamp I want to see for a while. For that reason, I’ll be glad when we leave Thursday and head back to Gail’s house for a few days.
I don’t know how I missed that the little Scotty trailer belongs to a camp host. I talked with her today. I asked what year model the trailer is. She said 1962 is stamped on the tongue of the trailer, but her title says 1965. It has always been in her family. She bought it from her mother “15 or 20 years ago” for $800. She said everything in it is original — even the cushions. They were apparently made of extremely good foam because she says they are still springy and are not deteriorating. I’m guessing it’s latex, based on that — although I would not expect even latex to last 50 years.
As for the surroundings here — swamps, sinkholes, and more swamps. The nearby town, Marianna, is beautifully clean and well maintained, though.
I did feel a little spooked when we went to Walmart and saw several Middle Eastern men — and they were not smiling. One had his wife (I guess) in a hijab with him. (Or is it burqua? It was all black, full body covering.)
Since I had never seen anyone actually wearing one, I took a long look at all I could see of her — her beautiful, expressive eyes. Later I wished I had smiled into her eyes instead of curiously gawking.