Before leaving Darien, we had to dump tanks, unhook the electrics, stow the leveling ramp, etc. So of course it starts to rain just as I open the black tank valve. Hard. I just left the sucker in the hole and ran for cover. Fortunately, these cloudbursts don’t last long, but that was the pattern for the rest of the day. We took the back road up to Savannah, and we were rewarded with an off-highway gem.
Only in America. I love the blue highways. We got to Savannah, found our grossly overpriced (but the only one in the area, which explains the pricing) r.v. park, the Savannah Oaks. The setting is ok, but the showers are the “ten seconds of water per push of the button” type, with huge drain grates that extend into questionable holes in the wall (don’t drop the soap or you might never see it again). The cable t.v. loses the digital stations when too many rigs are using it (ok, ok, we’re supposed to be “camping” and I’m complaining about cable tv? I get it.). The sites are gravel, which makes for sloggy conditions when we get hit with
rain, which is what it did all the rest of the day. At least the wifi worked. We listened to the thunder and vegged. As they say in the South, tomorrow is another day.
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