Water Street Hotel & Marina
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... stay away from the windswept coastline.
After briefly checking out the shoreline with its beautiful sugar-sand and vacant beaches, we head over to the nature trail which is located in the "Youth Camping" area. At this location, we are delighted by the massive numbers of warblers zipping back and forth in the pine forest and defying us to take their picture or even figure out which kind of warbler they are. We follow the trail to ...
... 1,253.8 gallons @$3.47/gal. avg.
AVERAGE MILES PER GALLON: Approximately 7.5 mpg, averaged between
the 2 rigs - (a bit fuzzy because of fuel left in the Monaco and fuel needed in the Safari when we bought it...and heavy use of the generator on the road and while
dry-camping at Texas Motor Speedway)
FUEL COST PER MILE: $0.461 ...
... the quaint friendly atmosphere. " Reel Memories" shop was one of my favorites, where we bought sea shells. Stopped at one of the little coffee shop cafes and enjoyed gelato ice cream. Yummy! Yummy! We next stopped at a shop advertising Tupelo Honey'. There is an interesting and unique story behind Tupelo honey. The nectar comes from the flower of the White gum or Tupelo tree, ...
... is level with the dock but by evening, we have to use the step ladder because we are so high above the dock. With the full moon last night, the tide was even more extreme. We woke up yesterday morning to a loud thudding when one of the ropes snagged on the piling as the tide went out. In addition to thumping with the current, the boat was listing about 10 degrees, making for interesting waking and walking. Fortunately, the good Captain made things right. Clearly ...
... from the bed of the bay. Oysters used to be a favorite of mine, until last summer, when they didn't agree with me down on the Columbia River. "Recycling" them is a memory that I'll never forget.
As I sit here, I hear no trains, which often plague us when at campgrounds, but the sound of two military jets passing near enough to shake the ground a bit. Hopefully the don't fly at night...make that three!