Real Life in a Casita

 

A storm moving in over the lake

A storm moving in over the lake

As our trip is winding down, Ron and I are in agreement that we are happier living in our Casita than we have ever been before in the 23 years that we’ve been married.

We love living on gorgeous lakes, in landscaped flower gardens with peacocks, and in quiet woods. We love the idea of leaving cold winters and hot summers in the rear view mirror. And we love the friendly people we meet in campgrounds.

In sad need of defrosting

In sad need of defrosting

I could be happy fulltiming in the Casita. But Ron feels that we would need a bigger rig.

At least we are beginning to look toward making it happen. First, our place needs a lot of work before we could think of selling it. We are hoping to get most of that done this summer.

And if we change our minds, the house would be nicer for us to live in after the repairs and improvements.

Anyway, it’s something fun to dream about at this point.

I had no idea the refrigerator fins were so iced.  I keep lunch meat in front and never bent down low enough to see this!

I had no idea the refrigerator fins were so iced. I keep lunch meat in front and never bent down low enough to see this!

As far as life in the real world, 4-1/2 months in humid Florida meant that we couldn’t wait until we get home to defrost our freezer. (Ron holding the door open while he tries to decide what he wants probably had something to do with it, too. 🙂 ) It also was a great opportunuty to deep clean the refrigerator.

So I got it cleaned and cooled down. Then we headed to Eufaula to restock.

Good as new -- almost.

Good as new — almost.

I was surprised at how the refrigerator warmed up after putting refrigerated meat in the freezer and lots of fresh veggies in the refrigerator. For a while it got up to 60 degrees. It’s still in the mid 40’s now but should be at 40 soon. So tomorrow I’ll probably get rid of more foods I’m not confident will be safe.

Little Sunny is doing so much better than he was as far as his anxiety attacks. We left him in the truck while we grocery shopped. He was pacing when we got back, but exhibiting none of the hysterical yipping that I was afraid of.

No pretty photos today. It’s been overcast and raining.

Heading Home

Sunny wasn't feeling well the past few days. Here he is snuggled up in his jacket on Ron's pillow.

We left Indian Springs State Park as late as we could today.  Checkout time is 1:00, and we pulled out around 12:30.

We stopped and chatted with Dick, the camp host on our way out.  He has been there 2-1/2 years and the park has asked him to stay another 6 months.  He is fulltiming in a tiny T@b!

On the way out, I got a photo of the swimming beach from the road.  Another thing to check out on a future warm-weather visit.

The trip home was uneventful, except for Ron’s burrito supreme oozing out onto the truck seat. 🙂

I have discovered something about myself.  When we travel on interstates or on roads I am familiar with, traveling is pretty boring.  But as soon as we get off onto a state or country road that I have not been on before, I am so excited I can hardly stand it to see what’s around the next curve.  It’s a childlike joy of discovery.

I AM easily entertained!  😀

A view of the swimming beach from the road

Our favorite town that we pass through on our trips to Florida is Noonan, Georgia.  It prides itself on having a beautifully restored historic district.  It reminds me of the Gone with the Wind era.

When we were almost home, we stopped by the post office right before they closed.  It was jam packed, and I was very uneasy waiting in the truck, taking up too much space with the trailer, while Ron went in to pick up our mail.

We are finally home and it feels good to have room to spread out and unwind.

Here are some photos of the old houses in Noonan.  They were taken from a moving vehicle, so aren’t the greatest.  But the old houses are so lovely.

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