|Daniela and proud parents|
|After crossing Champlain Bridge, Montreal heading south to pick up Interstate 87|
|Timberlane Campground, Clarksboro, NJ|
Just west of Norfolk we found a clean and quiet campground, Davis Lakes, in the town of Suffolk. There were few campers there and the air was fresh and crisp, a typical late autumn day in southeast Virginia. We had heard earlier that day of the passing of Gwen Iffel, one of our favourite newscasters on PBS and were saddened by the news. As well before we left the site I had discovered a 4 inch nail in the right front tire but were fortunate to be directed to Preacher's Tire Service close by. They were friendly and very professional and had us on the road again in half an hour.
|Davis Lake Campground, Suffolk, Virginia|
|fixing the tire at Preacher's Tire Service, Suffolk, VA|
We got on the I-95 in Emporia, Virginia and drove to Florence, South Carolina for the night. The drive that day was uneventful and our repaired tire gave us no trouble, although I kept checking the air pressure whenever we stopped to make sure it wasn't leaking. Driving through North Carolina we could still see the destructive force of Hurricane Matthew that had slammed into the southeast in October, killing 28 people here and shutting down this portion of the Interstate 95. Thousands of old oak and pine trees that had crashed down in the high winds still littered the road edge for mile after mile until we passed into South Carolina. At the Florence RV Park we stayed close to the campground fishing pond, home to a myriad of different species of tame ducks. The air was already smelling of the south, misty and cool that morning but with a promise of a hot day when we continued on our way towards Florida and our last stop before Lyn and Don's place in Brooksville.
|Florence RV Park, Florence, SC|
|Shawn and Don fixing Shawn's Saab|
|taking over Lyn and Don's driveway|
|lizard on pine tree in Lyn's yard|
We took Dad out to lunch at an Applebee's restaurant in Brooksville one afternoon and convinced him to have a shrimp dinner after he insisted he didn't like the things. He ate it all and ordered dessert as well. I realized after he told us he never felt like eating lunch and dinner at the Grande he was none the less still hungry. After we dropped him off we told him we would see him on Thanksgiving Day at Lyn's. For a man turning 93 this month he is in good health and except for a bad sunburn he still insists he will see 100. He might outlive Lyn if she doesn't take care of herself. She is still obsessed with her exotic plants and flowers and while we were there she kept busy buying and planting even more around the property.
|outside the Grande, Brooksville, Florida|
|Brenna and Muffy|
|Withlacoochee river, Yankeetown, Fla|
|Don and unique horse sculpture, Yankeetown, Florida|
|The Columbia Restaurant, Ybor City|
|the "Mixto" Cuban sandwich|
|bread pudding with rum sauce|
|9/11 Fallen Heroes Memorial, Ybor City, Tampa, Florida|
|La Setima, Ybor City|
|sunset, Bayport, Florida|
We said our goodbyes the next morning, the 25th, and were soon on I-75 heading north. Hopefully we would get home before the scheduled snow for the week arrived. We had planned for four days back to Montreal, then heading home the next day. We stopped in Brunswick, Georgia our first night at the Golden Isles RV Park. It was probably the most run down campground we had ever stayed at but the showers were hot and we slept well. It would also be the last night for summer attire!
|Golden Isles RV Park, Brunswick, Georgia|
|RVacation Park, Selma, NC|
|Black Bear Campground, Florida, NY|