Line Dancing and Singing--February 5

We start the day off with a line dancing class. I finally learn the Electric Slide. Some of the dances are easy, some are complex but it’s all fun. And exercise! The teacher, Joe, and Norb are the only men there; most of the people in the class have been doing this for 6 weeks so far and they are patient with us. After an hour and a half we call it quits and o outside to see the new RV’s a dealer has brought in. One of them is a copy of ours by Fleetwood so we compare what we like and don’t like. Not enough better things to make me want to change. Lunch (hot dogs, hamburgers, chips, soda) is provided by the RV dealer so we have another chance to socialize. We meet Tom from Sheboygan, WI and his wife. Tom worked for Kohler and spent half the year in China for about 5 years. We discuss China and other places we have all visited. His wife worked the phones for Obama. Needless to say, we feel like kindred souls.

We take the bikes out again to check out the campsites at the state park. They rejected us last month when I tried to reserve a space for these 3 days, but we count at least 20 open spots, and we don’t even ride the whole park. Maybe people canceled because of the cold? The sites are larger at the state park, they have even more activities, and you can reserve for a whole month. First time I have seen a state park where you can stay more than 2 weeks. We go back down to the seaside highway and check out the dunes again. The sand is so soft and white; it’s like the sand in Cancun. I can see why people love these beaches. On the way home we stop at Waffle House and get crispy, crunchy hash browns (crispy, crispy, crispy ones). Norb gives the cook an additional tip.

Once back in camp after our 20 miles ride, we check out the air in the tires. The Accutire gauge dies on us and we can’t figure out how to open the battery case. I go on line, but they don’t seem to be carrying our model any more. Norb uses another gauge and discovers that the inner tires are REALLLY low. He puts me in charge of finding an RV place that can fill them when neighbors on either side of us ask, “What do you need?” And, of course, they have just what we need. People really are friendly and helpful. We have yet to find anybody in this park who hasn’t been coming here for at least 3 years. And everyone is surprised to find out that we are leaving so soon.

Tonight is jam session night. But jam session means that there are song books and 4 musicians and a program. Everybody (well, at least it seems like everybody) sings along to spirituals, folk songs, country and western songs, and pop songs. Quite a mix. One woman plays the hammered dulcimer and 3 play mountain dulcimers. It’s more a singalong than a jam session, but it’s delightful nonetheless.