Travel-Blog #19

…or another day in the life of a Tin Can Camper.

Our home away from home at Nature's Resort, Florida.

Our home away from home at Nature’s Resort, Florida.

Lest you think that camper-trailer living is a simply glorious occupation, you must realize that I am mostly sharing the more colourful and enjoyable parts of the trip. Here is a glimpse of our Sunday at Nature’s Resort, Homosassa, Florida. One caveat for the astronomers in the crowd: the sunset and moon photos are from a couple of days prior. Sunday’s sunset was less than Tickle Trunk worthy.

Morning view over the canal which feeds into the Hall's RIver. We don't get to see the sun rise at this site but have noticed that it is getting earlier every day.

Morning view over the canal which feeds into the Hall’s RIver. We don’t get to see a full sunrise at this site but have noticed that it is rising a little earlier every day.

 

Sunday breakfast is my favourite meal. According to my calculations, the fresh fruit and whole grain cancels out the calories in the bacon, butter, and syrup.

Sunday breakfast is my favourite meal. According to my calculations, the fresh fruit and whole grain cancels out the calories in the bacon, butter, and syrup.

 

With a full belly I am ready to kayak with the manatees again. This huge one surfaces right under the kayak but moved so slow there was little danger.

With a full belly I am ready to kayak with the manatees again. This huge one surfaced right under the kayak but moved so slow there was little danger.

 

I was thankful for the underwater camera - reach over, aim, and hope for the best.

I was thankful for the underwater camera – reach over, aim, and hope for the best.

 

Wait, that's not a manatee. That's a man! With no T. Or pants! (he was actually wearing a swimsuit)

Wait, that’s not a manatee. That’s a man! With no T. Or pants! (he was actually wearing a swimsuit)

 

I can't get enough of these gentle giants.

I can’t get enough of these gentle giants.

 

A fellow paddler exclaimed that the manatees looked like giant potatoes.

A fellow paddler exclaimed that the manatees looked like giant potatoes.

 

I couldn't agree more.

I couldn’t agree more.

 

Home for lunch and a rest while I do a little sketching in my  'sketch-s-day' journal I got for Christmas.

Home for lunch and a rest while I do a little sketching in my ‘sketch-s-day’ journal I got for Christmas.

 

While I sketch on the dock I am visited by our campground pet, a great blue heron, who certainly thinks he is great.

While I sketch on the dock I am visited by our campground pet, a great blue heron, who certainly thinks he is great.

 

Indeed, he thinks he is too great for us and he elegantly tiptoes off down the road.

Indeed, he thinks he is too great for us and he elegantly tiptoes off down the road.

 

He does return later to listen to Lance pick a few tunes before supper.

He does return later to listen to Lance pick a few tunes before supper.

 

So ravenous at supper that I neglected to document it but this is the view from the dinette table.

So ravenous at supper that I neglected to document it but this is the view from the dinette table.

 

And the view from the rickety little dock.

And the sunset as seen from the rickety little dock.

 

And a later view from the dock. Look up, look way up and there goes Jupiter, there goes Mars.

And a later view from the dock. Look up, look way up. There goes Jupiter, there goes Mars.

 

We have a little over a week left in this area and my to-do list is long: eat, drink and look at stuff.

© all images Judy Parsons 2015. Click on any photo for a larger view.

1 Comment to "Travel-Blog #19"

  1. Jon's Gravatar Jon
    03/01/2015 - 8:31 am | Permalink

    Looking at your photos while laying here with a bad back thanks to the driveway glacier I tackled (with futility) yesterday. Vicariously enjoying the Floridian scenery and wildlife. What is it with the GB Heron? The ones up here take off is a panic as soon as they think you even notice them. Must be a southern thing.

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