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Albany, GA – Pine Trees, Plantations, and Pecans

Live Oaks in Albany, GA

After an unexpected stopover in Titusville, Florida due to our frustrating and frightening experience with two blown tires on our fifth-wheel, Lucy, we canceled our reservation at Eagle Hammock RV Park at the Naval Submarine Base in King’s Bay, GA. The frightening part is understandable—blow-outs on a busy interstate highway are unsettling at best and downright scary at worst. The frustrating aspect of this experience came with the canceled reservation.  Helen and I looked forward to our first trip to Eagle Hammock because we visit that part of the country often and were eager to try out a new campground near the coast.

With one new tire and a spare mounted on Lucy, we decided to shorten our route to Knoxville because we had doubts about the lifespan of the two remaining tires on Lucy’s other side. Although the route we chose would take us through Atlanta’s heavy traffic, we would shave a few hundred miles off of our original plan and allow us to get home and replace the old tires. After checking out the options on the MilitaryLiving.com website, we placed a call to the Marine Logistics Base in Albany, GA and secured a campsite in the RV park for two nights. We arrived late in the afternoon and parked Lucy in a very spacious campsite under a large Live Oak tree. It wasn’t on the coast, but it wasn’t bad either.

Campground – Marine Logistics Base, Albany, GA

The next morning, I received a call from a friend, and, in the course of our conversation, I told him we were in Albany. It turns out that my friend had visited the area many times in previous years to hunt quail on some prime hunting ground.  Albany, with its beautiful pine trees, numerous plantations, and pecan farms advertises itself as the quail hunting capital of the world. My friend told me of the many visits he made to those plantations and, he also told me about the best place to eat lunch in the entire State of Georgia—Abbott’s Grocery. Helen found it on Trip Advisor, accompanied with a high rating.

Quail hunters

My friend described Abbott’s as a small country grocery with a hot food counter inside. The menu usually included such items as fried fish, fried chicken, smothered steak, collards, pinto beans, black-eyed peas and similar items all designed to fill up hungry southern boys during lunch after the morning hunting session.  Inside the store, it was usually standing-room-only during hunting season. Outside, the parking lot was just as full with hunters, bird dogs, and big pickup trucks.  As a return favor for sharing this gem with us, my friend asked us to pick up a sack of White Acre tiny peas for his wife’s Valentine Day present.  Assigned a mission now, we put Abbott’s on our busy schedule for lunch.

Abbott’s Meat Processing

We found Abbott’s after a delightful drive through some of those plantations and pecan farms only to discover that Abbott’s was now Crossroads Market. Thinking that we might be in the wrong place, we drove around the building and spotted a sign for Abbott’s Meat Processing. We returned to the front of the market and went inside.  The market was no longer a small country store.  The shelves were full, the aisles well-lit, and there was a large butcher shop in the rear.

Lunch Counter

Around the corner from the butcher counter, a small dining area contained two or three tables and a counter for ordering food.  Today’s menu, a hand-written list of meals, lay next to a large tip jar. I had to order the vegetable soup and cornbread…so good. The number of customers was certainly not standing-room, but there was a steady crowd on hand to keep the kitchen staff busy. We finished our soup, tipped the cooks, and went in search of White Acre peas. We found them in the freezer on a shelf above the Mountain Oysters (don’t ask, but it’s a delicacy in these parts).

White Acre peas and ham hocks
Vegetable Soup and Cornbread

We bought two sacks of peas, including a sack for us, and some ham hocks to cook with them, then walked back outside.  As I stood in front of the market taking pictures for my friend, an elderly gentleman walked by.  We nodded at each other.  After walking ahead for about ten steps, he turned and came back to me and introduced himself as Mr. Abbott.

“I owned this store for 43 years,” he told me in a molasses-thick Georgia accent.

“I finally sold it, but I come in often to make sure they’re treating my customers right.  My son owns the meat plant in the rear. I taught him everything he knows and he’s making a killing,” he said with a slight chuckle.

I told him about the rave reviews my friend gave Abbott’s Grocery and all of the great meals he shared there with his hunting pals. Mr. Abbott seemed pleased to hear that.

“We served a lot of meals to those hunting fellas.  I got to be friends with a lot of them, and they came back every year. I miss those days, but I decided to let it go—not gettin’ any younger, you know.”

Mr. Abbott

We chatted for a few more minutes before I asked him if he would pose for a picture. He accepted, but I’m not sure if he wanted the attention. We shook hands and he turned toward the store saying it was time to check on “things.” He glanced back once before going inside. Helen and I admired the yard art in front of the market, then took our peas back to the Marine Base and placed them in Lucy’s freezer.

We left Albany the next morning and drove back through Atlanta and beyond without incident. Although our trip to Florida and the Florida Keys had been a rousing success, it passed by too quickly. One month isn’t enough time in warm weather.  I understand snowbirds a bit better now. Hopefully, we can stay longer next year.  Retirement is such a good gig.

Yard art

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West Palm Beach – The Wind Blows In and Tires Blow Out!

West Palm Beach

The one aspect of the RV lifestyle that I love the most is the ability to move to a new destination—a city, a national or state park, a beach or a stream—and take our home with us. Depending on our schedule and campground availability, we may only be able to enjoy our new homeplace for a few days, but we have the opportunity to get a feel for the location and store it in our memory bank. Such was the case during our short stay near West Palm Beach, Florida.

Helen and I departed Key West after a delightful eight days filled with fun and discovery and began the return trip home. As is my usual practice, I try to keep the towing distance from one stop to another under five hours and West Palm Beach fell within that radius. I’ve noted many times that campsites in Florida are hard to come by in the winter, and I had to search long and hard to locate one on the dates we needed. Persistence led me to Palm Beach Traveler Park in Lantana, Florida, just south of West Palm and about four and a half hours north of Key West. Unfortunately, we could only reserve two nights in the campground as the snowbirds had taken over the place with the intent to remain. That left us with one full day to explore and we wanted to make the most of it.

Palm Beach Traveler Park

A campground host met us when we arrived late in the afternoon. The campsites in Palm Beach Traveler Park sit close together and parking a 32-foot fifth-wheel is a huge challenge in situations like this, but the camp host was the best at assisting with back-up directions of anyone I’ve ever met while RVing.  With his help, we had Lucy centered on our camping pad in a matter of minutes. Our new homeplace was now Lantana, Florida. Our neighbor to the left was a single fellow from Michigan, and to the right was a truck camper from Quebec. A trip to a local tavern for seafood and local brews helped to get us settled in for the night.

Windy conditions

The next morning Helen wanted to get her “beach fix” in early so we drove north a few miles and parked in a public park close to the beach. The parking lot was full so I resorted to pulling out the handicap tag issued to me after my knee replacement and hung it on my rear-view mirror.  The only time I used it on this entire trip. I pulled into a parking place near the sidewalk and limped up the ramp to the beach for effect.

At the top of the ramp, a fairly stiff wind greeted us.  Although the parking lot was full, the beach was sparsely populated. I suppose the windy conditions held the crowd down, but the sun was bright and the tide was out–a perfect day for beach-walking. We lingered on the beach for almost two hours, it felt good to stretch the legs. We returned to the truck then drove for several miles along the beach to look at the enormous estates and ornate homes built by some very wealthy people. I concluded that I’m just as happy with Lucy.  At least, I can move her around.

Beach walking on a pretty day
Old Key Lime House

Helen asked the campground host for dinner recommendations and he immediately responded that we should visit the Old Key Lime House restaurant nearby. Trip Advisor confirmed his suggestion and off we went for an early dinner.  The next day’s drive to Savannah, GA was a long one and we planned to stop for brunch with some old friends on the way.

Unfriendly waitress

It was not hard to spot the restaurant with its coat of brilliant lime green paint. Inside, locals filled the eclectically-decorated pub–always a good sign.  We ordered drinks at the bar and chatted while an elderly waitress stood in front of us behind the bar.  She did not want to talk back. At the far end of this sizable tavern, a large group of cyclers gathered after a day-long pub crawl, raising money for an organization created to help wounded soldiers. We chatted with one of the participants who told us the day had been very successful. I gave them a big salute and some spare cash.

Port St. Lucie, Florida was the next stop for a brunch visit with one of my dearest friends from college. Cary and I met during my last couple of years at the University of Tennessee and hit it off immediately.  I was not applying myself very well at the time, but Cary was a good student and competitive as hell.  He wanted to do well in college and attacked every project with great gusto.  His enthusiasm for learning soon rubbed off on me, and I credit our friendship and friendly competition as exactly what I needed to obtain a degree, which I did. Our brunch time with him and his wife, Susie, was all too short.

(L to R) Alan, Me, and Cary working on an advertising project (ca. 1970)

While saying our goodbyes in the parking lot after brunch, Helen noticed that one of the tires on Lucy was flat. Compounding our new dilemma was the fact that this day was a Sunday and the next day was a national holiday. We purchased a Roadside Assistance package when we bought Lucy, but discovered on this day, it was practically worthless and no help at all.  We also had RV roadside assistance from AAA and they came to our rescue by sending a tire service truck to jack up the trailer and mount our spare–a two-hour delay.

An hour and a half later and approaching Titusville, Florida on I-95, I heard (and felt) a loud boom to our rear. My instincts took over and I guided Lucy slowly to the side of the highway and turned on the safety flasher. On the same side as the earlier flat, a shredded and smoking tire sat on the gravel beneath Lucy.

Shredded tire

We again called AAA and spoke to the same lady that took our earlier call. I told her we had to stop meeting like this. After another two-hour wait, she sent a technician from the same tire service to mount a new tire on Lucy. By now, we knew we could not make Savannah within a reasonable time and canceled our reservation.  A Titusville Ramada Inn became our home for this night. Lucy spent the night in the parking lot. Although, we were tired, frustrated, and delayed, Helen and I cannot say enough good things about AAA and the tire service that helped us by coming out on a Sunday night after locating a trailer tire in the shop, then driving another 60 miles to help us. You gotta love people like this.

Hard at work!

The next morning, we changed our route home and decided to make the Marine Logistics Base in Albany, Georgia our next homeplace. Breakfast and some good coffee provided a fresh start and erased all of the frustration of the previous day.

Once again, we realize that we’re very blessed and still…Easin’ Along.  Thanks for stopping by. We’ll talk next week from Albany.

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Key West – Butterflies, Friendly Cats, and “Papa’s” House

Butterfly and Nature Conservancy – Key West, FL

Helen and I visited Key West for one day about four years ago when the weather in Marathon Key was too cold and windy for beach activities. The weather in Key West on that same day was only slightly better, but we were able to get enough of a feel for the city to know that a return visit was warranted. We made it back this year with an RV in tow and the intent to explore.

In last week’s post we gave you a taste of the town as well as the Conch Train Tour which helped us identify the spots we wanted to explore in-depth later. This week, we’ll take readers through a few of those spots. Ease Along with us as we determine whether Key West has more to offer than nightlife and rum bars.

Key West Architecture

One of the first things you notice in Key West is the architecture.  As a former home builder, I found the homes fascinating and very appealing.  Moreover, in a city with a history of serious hurricanes, I found it interesting that so many of the old homes had survived. I learned later that Key West has over 3,000 homes built from 1886 to 1912 and they are considered a national treasure. Distinct characteristics of the old homes are deep, covered porches, louvered window shutters, and pastel colors reflecting a Caribbean influence. In later years, ship captains and cigar makers built some of the large mansions and included unique details such as gingerbread accents. I wanted to go inside all of them.

Pastel – Caribbean influence

We did tour one home on the island, the home of Ernest Hemingway, the famous author and sportsman, who lived on Key West from 1931 to 1939. “Papa” Hemingway completed seventy percent of his works while living in Key West including Farewell to Arms and For Whom the Bell Tolls.

Hemingway writing studio

The huge home is open every day for tours.  Our tour guide did an excellent job of sharing Hemingway’s life and lifestyle during his years in Key West including stories about his wives, lady friends, and drinking buddies. We visited his writing studio where the author wrote every morning from 6 am until noon, producing 500 to 700 words a day.  He would then walk to one of the nearby bars like Sloppy Joes, and carry on with some of his pals until late in the evening.

Cat on studio roof

Of particular interest in the home was the fifty-three cats, most with six toes and descendants of Hemingway’s first cat, Snowball.  The cats had free reign over the house and property and are federally protected. Most of the cats seemed completely unafraid of people and loved the attention.  My favorite was the cat I found sleeping above the gutter on Hemingway’s studio. I once had a six-toed cat, Wilbur, who lived with us for seventeen years and was as laid-back as any of these.  I’m certain he has a spot on the family tree.

He likes me!

Helen and I also visited the Butterfly and Nature Conservancy near the southernmost point of the island. We obtained our discounted tickets from the Recreation office on the Key West NAS (Military Living.com readers take note). The exhibit consists of a large greenhouse filled with tropical plants, birds, and hundreds of colorful butterflies. Once inside, a patron became surrounded by butterflies as they flew from plant to plant and even from person to person. One large butterfly landed on Helen’s face and seemed quite content to remain.

New friend!
Yellow-Legged Honey Creeper

The birds attracted a lot of attention due to their bright colors.  I got very close to a Yellow-Legged Honey Creeper and captured the image shown here as well as a plumed fellow that I cannot identify. Readers, please help me with this one. Two Flamingos named Scarlet and Rhett patrolled the small flowing stream inside the exhibit. Note: A reader identified the bird as an African Turaco. Thanks!

African Turaco

In addition to sight-seeing, Helen and our friend Sally, rented three-wheel bicycles for some exercise and a few errands. She loved the trike and we may have to invest in one for future RV trips. We also located a nice beach near the Key West Naval Station and Fort Zachary Taylor State Park. After our first trip to the area, we were a bit dismayed that there seemed to be no real beaches for sun or swim.  We learned differently on this trip and will include more beach time when we return.

Fort Zachary Taylor State Park – Key West

By the time we packed up to leave Key West, I was not ready to go. We had enjoyed perfect weather and had discovered so many sites and attractions that appeal to Helen and me and can honestly say that, without question, Key West is more than nightlife and rum bars. I am eagerly looking forward to Easin’ Along back here at the first opportunity.

Thanks for stopping by.

Inside Papa’s studio