No, not down Mexico way. If you’ve ever driven through NC/SC on Route 95 you’ve seen the billboards starring Pedro, LOTS of them. Less now than the endless signs back in the day however. Charley’s family used to vacation in either Canada or Florida when he was a kid, and when they headed to Florida they stayed at South of the Border, so he wanted to stop there when we drove to Florida in 1988. Because of that trip I knew that you park in a covered carport that is right outside the door to your room, a perfect feature for when you are traveling alone. And then there was Ozzie, and I also knew that they accept dogs, no weight limits thank goodness. So, tacky as it may be I had to stop there, it was a no brainer. That left me an 8 hour drive the next day, not to mention that I knew it would be lit up perfectly and I could get some photos. The bed must have been comfortable since I sat on it with the computer to relax for a minute and woke up 3 hours later, having missed the sunset all together. But the lights were still on at least, so Oz and I went out for a photo walk…
There was thunder and lightning, and then the sun would come out, but only for a few minutes, and then the drama in the sky would continue. My friend, a more experienced camper, said she has camped in the rain before and it wasn’t fun. And then she lost electricity at home we decided that we weren’t going camping after all. So we missed a photo shoot we had planned to go to, which was the reason for the trip in the first place. And the sky at home last night was fine, the rain had stopped. Which means nothing about what the conditions were 100 miles away, but I suspect that the shoot happened and wonderful photos are populating the internet even as I type. Which is why I haven’t checked the group photo site so far this morning. But I will, eventually…
What’s the phrase these days, ‘fake it ’til you make it’…
