hook-up over spill spot in 'Pine Isle Park' or French Canada (or ‘Canadia’ as
Emma was determined to call it) as it turned out to be.
At least we only paid $10 for the privilege of parking in their field, and
we did have full access to all the park facilities. These included porta-cabin
restrooms and a heated pool (though heated was a loose term, and by this I
mean it was a lie.)
We soon realized two things about this camp. First as one-nighters we
were seriously out of place. When we checked in someone else was told that
five months was the minimum stay for full hookup. Second, as non-French
speaking people we were also in the minority. Signs were in French; the
Canadian flag was at the camp entrance, and people 'bonjoured' us as we
walked around. At least the people were friendly and the place had a distinct
community feel - people played 'boules' half the night.
More than anywhere else Florida had made us feel very transient
compared to most RV-ers. We did not have garden furniture; picket fences or
tomatoes growing round our van....
We went out for dinner to a very cheap, tasty, but grubby Italian restaurant
called Cici's. Returning to the camp we noticed very sophisticated security
systems at work - a cardboard cut-out of a sheriff. Surreal.