I have to be down in Florida this Sunday for orientation with Pioneers, so my family is using this road trip as as a mini-vacation. Yesterday started out pretty normal as far as our road trips go. I said a final good-bye to my dogs and tied our gear on top of my car, and we left around 10 A.M. My mom & I had stayed up into the early morning hours packing, so we got to take naps on our way to Savannah.
The trip itself was uneventful, although I noticed that the speed limit signs in Georgia often tell you only the minimum speed. About an hour before sunset, we arrived in Skidaway State Park (about 20 minutes outside of historic Savannah) and started unpacking our equipment to find that my dad had forgotten that our tent poles, which support the tent entirely. (For some reason, they weren't in the tent bag, and ironically, I had decided not to check the bag when I packed it. I assumed logic had prevailed the last time the tent was packed up.) Using my engineering skills, I collaborated with my mom to find a replacement for tent poles. We came up with a design that involved bungee cords, hand-made duct tape rope, and a rope from an amused yet sympathetic park ranger.
After setting up our tent in a way typical of either a redneck campground or a statics homework problem, we went to Pearls Saltwater Grille for a delicious, stuffing seafood meal. Our waiter was very friendly and also happened to be a chiropractor. Then we returned to the state park and slept well with full bellies.
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