A Hot Time in the Old Laundry

Pretty mundane beginning to the week: move the camper to a different site, load up on groceries, and unload some laundry. Ft Pickens has a laundry and while there, we met a couple from Mankato, Minnesota who knew my cousin Harry. They left and we  returned to the truck to read while we waited for our clothes to finish drying. There are no chairs in the laundry. I became aware of a chirping sound, and when I opened the door, realized it was an alarm. We ran--as much as we run these days--for the little room. The fire alarm was blaring, the most piercing sound I've ever heard and magnified in that confined space. There was no fire and no instructions on how to turn it off. I understand now how noise can be an effective torture. I would have confessed to anything at that point. We hastily unloaded the dryers and hightailed it for the camper. Quite a flourish to the end of our stay at Ft. Pickens.

Tuesday, we were back on the road east, this time to Lake Seminole on the Florida-Georgia border. The address is Bainbridge, Georgia but the nearest town is Chatahootchee, Florida. We are at Eastbank Campground, another maintained by the Corps of Engineers. Again, there are great facilities and well maintained. The first two couples we ran into have Iowa connections.

Today, the forecast is rain, rain, and more rain so we will probably lay pretty low. Tomorrow we plan to visit Wakulla Springs State Park at the suggestion of sister-in-law Mary. Friday, we head north to 'Hot-lanta,' which I don't believe is currently living up to its nickname.