Travels in a Tin Can

word. What actually happened to us however brought the phrase 'the best laid
plans of mice and men' quickly to mind. We aimed for a nice site in Jensen
Beach, not pre-booked because all our other sites outside the Keys had not
required this. Needless to say, the site was closed and security staff informed
us it was full. OK, plenty more sites around. In fact we found a site close
by...also full. Here a man helpfully informed us that 'this is the Treasure Coast,
in Snowbird season'.
Oh, so that's why sites are full.... and the ‘Treasure Coast’ is what exactly?
We did not have time to pursue this, or to feel sorry for ourselves, so
we consulted Woodall's and then headed off towards port St. Lucie. Here we
found a campsite. Still full, but with a space for parking. No hookup but it was
getting late by this stage. We decided to settle for this and worry about
dumping in the morning, because the alternative was to drive round all night
and perhaps still not get hookup.
By this stage we were feeling very stressed and followed the
suggestion of some loitering campers to head to Sonny's Real Pit BBQ for
dinner, and pack/clean afterwards. This exotic sounding establishment was
within walking distance so we set out, ignoring the two odd young boys on
bikes who were repeatedly chanting 'deep open spaces' and looking in
dumpsters. On our way back we saw them again and freaked them out by
repeating their chant before they spoke. It would appear they had the last
laugh however as they haunted my dreams that night.
The food at Sonny’s was plentiful and cheap, but did leave us with
upset stomachs the next day, not surprising given the ‘pig-fest’ it was and our
day thus far.