Making the long haul to Florida

Back in 2017, while driving through Georgia on the way to Florida, Ed accidentally got off at Fort Benning. As we pulled up to the main checkpoint, we found ourselves surrounded by MPs with machine guns, surveying us while we tried to explain we just wanted to turn around. Well, less than 15 minutes after I asked the kids if they remembered that, Ed did it AGAIN, but this time there was a little turnaround before we had to approach the gate. Needless to say the kids were not amused and actually thought Ed did it on purpose. FYI Fort Benning has been renamed Fort Moore.
Last night around 2am Rocco was convinced he heard “something” outside the tent, crunching twigs and brushing the tent. Ed didn’t appreciate Rocco’s flashlight in his eyes as he searched for the perpetrator. Then Rocco and Erin feverishly texted each other back and forth trying to locate whatever was outside. I guess these two his history worrying about “what’s outside the tent.” They didn’t see anything out there. No bear, no coyote, no raccoon, no squirrel, no Sasquatch. Sam and I compared notes in the morning and were both annoyed at the people who drove to the bathroom all night long (right across from us), parking right outside our car and talking in loud groups all night. And the tents next to us started packing up at 5am without any attempt at stealth.
We made it to the house in St. George Island around midnight. Didn’t really get to see much of what was outside. The 4 girls are in the one room in bunk beds, Ed and I are in one room, Rocco is in the other room and Sam is on a sofa sleeper in the little family room here, all of us on the first floor. Rob and Lauren will be in the bedroom on the second floor, with the kitchen and main living room, and Grandma and Grandpa are in the room on the third floor.