50 Years and 1 Day

 I studied all the maps that had been provided by the check-in desk at the park. We headed to Tybee Island and the rain stopped. As we entered the island, we saw a sign stating that parking was free. Great news for the man that did not want to pay for parking. The place was pretty much deserted and the parking lots along the beach were empty. We pulled into one and left the RV with only Dora, the turtle, left on board eating her favorite new treat, dried shrimp. I wanted to walk on the beach.

My dogs have never been on a beach, and I was excited to see what they would do. Well, until I saw the signs prohibiting dogs on the beach. That was a bummer! We walked on the sidewalk with them, and they were happy to be outside.

I spied a store that was open and decided to go in and see what they had while HeWho kept the dogs on the sidewalk. The nice clerk behind the counter graciously offered to let my canine companions come inside. They did for about a minute. HeWho held the leashes chose to take them back to the sidewalk, lest one of them decided to mark some territory.

I wandered around a bit after telling my family to head back to the RV and I would follow after looking around. I bought a tiny shell turtle for Dora to play with and headed back outside. There I found HeWho and my fur babies waiting for me. Eddie had refused to turn the corner at the end of the block! 

He was not leaving without me. When Eddie decides not to move, the only option is to pick him up and carry him. He is supposed to be a mini doxie, but he is definitely not at 22 lbs. He is quite solid and when you try to pick him up when he does not want to be picked up, he somehow makes himself heavier, like a toddler intent on making you pay for your misdeeds! 

We made it almost back to the RV, when Eddie decided he was done walking and he simply sat down, and I had to carry him the rest of the way. He wanted to be carried and was cooperative. We were all set to leave the parking lot and explore the island when HeWho drives noticed the ticket on the windshield.

But parking is free! No other vehicles were parked in the lot and we were confused. He called the next day and was told that there was a sign prohibiting RV parking. Neither of us had seen such a sign, of course that didn't mean it wasn't there, and we were not going to go back to look. So, he asked how much our infraction was going to cost ....... $135!!

We paid the fine and decided we would not be going back to the island that was not friendly to RV's. We spent the next day looking for a beach that might be dog friendly. The driver consulted Siri and followed her directions to the same place three times before his passenger insisted we end the search and just go back to the campground and explore the park.

We walked down little paths into the wooded areas and found a trio of yurts in one area. They were set up really nicely with decks surrounding them and a grill on the deck behind each one. They were closed up with flaps on the windows, but I peeked into one. Bunkbeds and a small place to eat a meal. No bathroom, but close to a shower house. On the other side of the path was raised flower beds and some artwork on them signed by girl scouts. I was charmed and imagined how much fun they had planting and painting.

Eddie did it again and planted himself on the path as soon as our campsite was in view, making me carry him again. I felt a twinge in my shoulder when I picked him up but forgot about it until I was preparing our supper. Thank goodness I had a remedy on board for pain. Just Tylenol, but it seemed to do the trick. Or I thought so at the time.