Tim woke up feeling great – which is a good sign. I’d still put him at about 75% at best, but he’s much, much better than a few days before. We pulled out of the R.V. park only to be stopped by the lady running the office who happened to share with us why, exactly, we were the ‘talk of the town’ in her lot…more on that in a sec*.

5 hours later (and a finished chapter in the book – nothing like a little self-loathing to make things happen, hey), we arrive in the outskirts of what looks to be a fine town. I enter the address into Yelp to find that this little beachside town boasts over 25 pubs, 2 of them authentic Irish! Tim likes the sound of some proper Shepherd’s Pie on his belly and we make our way to the lakeside campground. There was no one in the office to meet us, save for a few pieces of paper taped up to the door. ‘Park Anywhere’ was the rule…one of many, a few of which I felt the need to share:

#14a – Fighting: Excessive loud parties, cursing, fighting or rowdiness will not be tolerated. Absolutely no discussion on who was right or wrong, it simply will not be tolerated.

#17 – Fishing and Wildlife: DO NOT feed the alligators!

…oh, Florida.

A few hours later, Tim emerged from the shower, still feeling rough – bless him. I’ve never known anyone that’s been through salmonella, but it doesn’t look fun at all. He still managed to set the new high score on Galaga with 138,650. [Update - I equalized tonight with 226,570]

Per the size of the bus, here’s a little short Collin just did to help you comprehend:

*Once Tim feels better, I’ll have he and Robin write down everything that goes into setting up, and tearing down, this massive bus. Some of it might surprise you.