In Palm Coast

I was to drive the Hornet to class today, and Sandy was nice enough to fix another wonderful breakfast of fried eggs and sausage. I drove off, unaware that she was still terribly anxious about the alligators and snakes. While I was in class, Sandy decided to catch up on the laundry. This required her to carry her laundry basket full of clothes and detergent perhaps a hundred yards to the park's laundry facility, along with an umbrella the she intended to use to fight off snakes and alligators--since there was still no fence around the bayou. She thought about taking the pistol that she knew I had brought aboard Homer, but she thought the other campers may be a bit unnerved when she plopped it down on the laundry room table. She also considered taking the heavy metal flashlight as a protective device, but decided that would look a little silly, since it was broad daylight. She thought the umbrella to be the logical alternative, even though there wasn't a cloud in the sky. The female mind, I think, is still an area largely unexplored.

We spent three nights in Palm Coast due to the two-day school requirement. This has to be one of the most boring places on earth. We ate at a couple of restaurants that we hadn't tried before—the Pier Restaurant and the High Tide Sea Shack, both in Flagler Beach. They were just awful. Restaurants like this get an automatic T.A.G.L. rating from us, which means Take A Good Look (cause we ain't never comin' back!).