This past spring, the paraprofessional in my classroom kept telling me I looked like I was seventeen. I would always tell her she was crazy. I look young, but no that young! Tragically, I found out that she was in fact correct. Apparently, I do look like I am seventeen. How did I come to this realization and why am I bringing it up now when I am supposed to be telling you about my adventures? Well, let me tell you the whole, horrifying story.
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| My view from my site at Gulf Sate Park in Alabama |
It started off innocently enough. I went to get some laundry done in the astonishingly well-equipped and rather state of the art laundry room at Gulf State Park in Alabama. I got set up, and then got my computer, so I could record my adventures while waiting for my clothes. As soon as I got set up to write, a boy (who had seemed to be volunteering at the park with his dad) came in. He started chatting with me and it quickly became apparent that there was some type of disability at play (I do not have to seek out special ed. . .it finds me). After talking to him for a while (and making a mental list of the social skills that he needed to work on. . .I just can’t turn off that special ed part of my brain!), it became clear that he was rather interested in me. After assuring him I was not available, I asked him how old he was. Seventeen. Then I told him how old I am. He was quite taken back and announced. “Oh, you don’t look that old! You look seventeen.” Tragic!
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| Another view of the lake at Gulf Sate Park in Alabama |
The rest of my stay at Gulf Shore State Park was very relaxing and much less awkward! It was quite a pleasant introduction to Alabama! That particular section of Alabama was experiencing the world’s most perfect weather! It was sunny, slightly windy, and the perfect amount of warm. The sun was shining so brightly that it was impossible not to feel happiness slowly soaking into your soul. I got a great campsite on the lake and had a vague view of the gulf coast. It was a most serene setting. I spent the afternoon just soaking up the sun and the peacefulness of the whole situation. I also enjoyed seeing one of my fellow campers, who looked very much like Hulk Hogan, walking the smallest, daintiest dog ever! It was quite a sight!
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| My little nook in the woods in Big Biloxi Campground in Desoto National Forest in Mississippi |
The next morning, after running some errands (yes. . .you still have to run errands when you’re a vagabond), I headed to the beach. That is, until I saw the large storm clouds overhead. I took it as a sign to keep moving. I looked into a campground near Mobile, but after assessing the situation, I took the creepiness of that park as a sign to keep moving. I made my way to a state park on the coast of Mississippi, but after realizing that I didn’t have the right amount of cash to pay for the site and a lack of any human able to make change, I took it as yet another sign to keep moving. I ended up in Big Biloxi campground in Desoto National Forest. It was a very nice campground in the woods. It was really nice to be in the woods for a while . . . quite a nice change of pace. It was also full of privacy because the campground host and I were the only people there. He was very a nice guy (as was his dog). We had a pleasant chat. He turned out to be a kindred spirit in that he’s been living out his RV and traveling around the country for the past four years!
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