January 30, 2010. It was raining with a few rumbles of thunder when we awoke. If you like the sound that rain makes on a tin roof, then you would like sleeping in an RV. It’s not as loud as a tin roof inside the RV as its muted but even so I like the sound.
By late morning the rain had let up. However, with the wind blowing through the tops of the trees, dropping the trapped rain water made it sound and feel like it was raining under the forest canopy.
Some kayakers showed up to brave the Big Shoals. They were four college boys from Orlando. The river today was at 65.65 ft. above mean sea level. At this height the white water is tamer than the optimal class III white water level of 62 ft. Here they are moments after leaving the canoe launch.
We received a call from our friends George and Bonnie and we decided to get together for lunch tomorrow in High Springs, Fl. Because we are planning to leave Monday, we decided today would be a good day to do laundry one last time before leaving Big Shoals State Park. Although our fifth wheel is prepped to contain a combination washer/ dryer. We didn’t purchase the appliance. We still feel its faster just to go get it all done at once at a laundromat.
We traveled to Stephan Foster Folk Culture Center State Park to do laundry. Afterwards, we stopped at Fat Belly’s for a late lunch.
Back at the rig, our rv concrete slab was still wet. Nothing was drying because of the humid conditions. I was glad I took care of airing up the tires yesterday as I wouldn’t want to be crawling around on the wet ground today.
I decided to to explore a bit in the forest and took this picture of one of the swollen creeks.
Later I cleaned up the John Deer Gator and Joyce parked it at the Ranger’s house as we would not be needing it anymore. After sunset, I locked up the park, but not before allowing a father and his young son to stay late and watch the bats flying out of the bat box. The young boy was really interested in the bats and spoke about them while filming the winged exodus. The father said that he and his son had canoed earlier today down the Suwannee River from about 20 miles upstream from Big Shoals.
Tomorrow, Sunday, I’ll need to pack up the satellite dish, the bicycles and whatever else I can so that we can get an early start on our travel day, Monday.