DAY #112
Turned the hot water heater on last night, and finally tried the shower. The campground has lots of people camping in tents and my thinking was; with all these people in tents not having showers, they’re going to use the one at the campground. That means waiting before getting a shower and/or no hot water when you do. It was what tipped my decision to FINALLY try the shower in the trailer.
Yippee, the hot water heater came on, and the shower worked fine. There was decent pressure, and provided had all the hot water I needed. Didn’t notice any leaking other than what I caused by not putting the curtain inside the tub. It’s a small space, but with practice, I think it will work out just fine.
Around 4:30 pm, I decided to drive up to Lake Placid and do laundry. I’m not sure what the situation will be at the next stop so…. Lake Placid is a 25 minute drive and offered (at least by google reviews) the best place to do laundry.
It was a little hole in the wall, located in sleepy, downtown Lake Placid
The laundromat was dingy and borderline dirty, and the machines were playing past their prime, still it had a interesting character to it and it turned out to be an interesting experience. Joining me in laundry were 6-7 individuals who appeared to be migrant workers. There’s a lot of orange groves around the area and its harvest time. Looking at those guys, I thought about the long, long hours of doing the back breaking job they do, and compared them to my lazy ass. Man they leave me in the dust. I’d like to see anyone critical of people coming into this country to do migrant farm work, do the work they do for even one day. I think if they did, they would come away with a much different opinion.
After the laundry, stopped at the local Publix, Ya know, I really like that grocery chain. From there, it was back to the campground.
Ya know, it’s the little things that make the memory of this journey for me. Today, I had the small town, funky little laundromat, hanging with the orange pickers experience. Nothing wow about it, but it’s a memory that will stay with me.
The Journey. 