You done? I know either you probably don't remember them or you didn't join the blog until after then, or you have some different excuse. So you ready? Because it's a lot better if you go on and read it. Some readers will say, "Ah, I don't wanna do that, it'll be fine with me just reading this first" and I'm talking to you, Simon! Anyway, since you have probably by now read that blog (and it's not a long or difficult one for you who haven't looked all ready), let me explain why I want you to, and why I'm talking about those kids. First of all, we kept in touch with them on text, telling them where we were and such. Second of all, they moved around a lot because of their father's job, and what they had in the R.V. was what they had. A camper, a 5th wheel. Now, it's pretty crowded in our class A motor home, which drives itself, with TWO kids and two parents, two dogs. And that's in a class A. There's is a 5th wheel. Only one or two slides at the most. And they have 4 kids, two parents, and they had one dog. They HAD one dog. Now, let's intermix these two facts I have given you. So, we kept in touch and they move a lot. We had told them our plan to go to FL, along the pan handle, and then after that go on the bottom of the states AL and MS, continuing from then. Hold on, I'll tell you more in the next paragraph, I'm doing Vincent a favor by making my paragraphs shorter...
Short enough? Needs to be shorter? Okay, I'll work on it. Anyway, they told us they had moved from Detroit to.... drum roll please....(most of you have already guessed) FREEPORT, FLORIDA! So we nudged our parents on to take us there, Rebecca and I did. Coincidentally, as if by Divine Providence or good luck, Dad's navy station he stayed a year at for photography school was in a nearby town of Pensacola, which he wanted to show us. It was kind of interesting, being that Mom showed us her college in the beginning of the first leg of our trip, and now Dad was showing us HIS school he went to to become a town famous (yes, town famous) photographer of Roswell. I have people at my school who say their parents said my dad took their high school pictures or wedding ones, or people I just met who talk about the old Photography Studio. But back to the blog. They told us over text their address. Even though we were going to Tallahassee, Jonathan suggested we should come to Freeport INSTEAD. But actually, it was on the same interstate, 10, and so we could just go on the way to Pensacola or after Tallahassee. He gave me his address, at the R.V. Resort. He also gave the phone number, and the zip code. He also gave me the type of R.V., a fifth wheel, and the brand. I can't tell you his address though because some weird guy might come to their home and dance like a fool or something. Oh weird guys, what are you gonna do with them?
We texted as I asked him if his parents were fine with it. Also, we tried calling the phone number and they wouldn't answer, so we had to call her sister park, a few hundred miles away. They told us the phones were wacko, and said we could go to the place. So we drove. On the way over I texted Jonathan, talking about his new bike a street cruiser and him saving up for a video game called Modern Warfare 3 or something like that. I don't know exactly. I'm not really a gamer, at all really. I also played with my sister's barbies by making them hurt each other and do weird things, stupid things. Blogged too. Not as much as I should've. Then we came through a leafy neighborhood, with trailers and beach houses on the canals of Freeport. We saw a sign, lots of signs telling us to turn right and left. The last sign was orange and white, saying Live Oak Landing, the R.V. Resorts name. We came down seeing paved roads, and long nicely painted cabins you rent or buy, shot gun ones with stairs to a porch. Further were the R.V.'s. And there was a river, called Black Water Creek. It was black and had trees over it, swaying. Very nice sunlight. Mom has a few pics on it. We stopped the R.V. in mid road, and Dad and I got out of the R.V.
There was a cabin, blue in color, that took as the office. It had a ramp that went up on one side and some stairs were on the right side. Down on the right of the river were some firepits and trees. Dad and I walked inside, followed by Mom. We had gone around, and saw an old man with a leather jacket riding a segway, with a helmet. He wasn't too old, just had white hair. We told who we were as he asked what we were doing, and then apologized for the phones being down. After that he led us inside, into a room with a counter on the right and a lady with a computer right there, and a skinny tight staircase going into a loft to the front right. Then there was a kitchen, and some offices in the back. The office was an example of one of their cabins they rent out and sell. Well, we were all getting set in, as the lady put us down for two nights, and we could come over and pay for the extra night if we decided to stay for three. R.V. Parks are strangely familiar to that of their aunt, hotels and motels. Uncle Apartment though, now that's a different story. And ole grandfather tent, he has always been a source of hospitality, from day's past. Not as much as Grandmother Ark, now she is o-l-d old! She was a constant source of refuge in her 40 days of prime.
Anyway, I was looking around when I saw figures biking on the sidewalk that goes all the way around the building before the office, the lounge. I'll describe that place later. The figures I saw was a lady and two kids. I instantly said to Mom, "I think that might be the Penny's." So I went down the ramp, and came to the two girls, Melanie and Amy, with their brown haired mom. I said shyly, "Hi" waiting for them to see and recognize it's me. I was surprised when Melanie flatly said,
"Where's your sister Rebecca?"
"Oh in the R.V."
"Wait you know them?" asked their Mom to me.
"Yes we met them at Greenfield Detroit (etc, etc.)" I told her all about it. Then the Mom left. I asked Melanie, who is pretty big and has brown hair and an annoying accent, where Jonathan was, she said, "In the Lounge." I was going to go there, when Rebecca trailed out of the R.V., and said hello to Melanie and Amy. Amy is younger, about 7, and she has blonde and brown hair and another annoying sass. Not like the good 'ole honest country folk of the south, no sir. But as I was going to go off to Jonathan, Rebecca and Melanie and Amy went away, back to the lounge. At a few moments later before I could go inside to tell Mom of the situation and our whereabouts, Jonathan and his ten year old brother Christopher came out of the lounge, with computer stuff. Christopher I didn't see in Detroit because he didn't have a bike and Christopher didn't like to run, so he stayed inside. I heard a little about him, though. When I heard about him I imagined someone like Rebecca's size and a little in mature, based on the fact that he had a small case of Autism. But as I got to know Christopher, I noticed he was basically like any other 11 year old. He has glasses, glasses, and bushy brown hair, a lot in fact. Also is a little chubby.
I said hello to Jonathan, and introduced myself to Christopher. I talked about how when I left him in Detroit how I thought I would never see him again, yet, here we are. Also this was the first time on our trip that we met a person some place and them saw them again. So it was a grand achievement in Bourne's Big Trip history. I talked a little, as he went back to his computer which was plugged up to a thing and had a video game he was playing. If you haven't noticed from past blogs, Jonathan is a gamer. Computer, play station, iPod, you name it, he has it, except for Modern Warfare Three, which he was saving up to get. As I looked at that and we talked I went back to Mom and told her what was up. Then they got in the R.V., went through the whole process, parked, and undid the bikes as we played. What did we play, you ask? Well, you'll have to read another blog post to find out, believe it or not. Very sorry, but I can't fit the whole story on here, it would make it more like a book than a blog post, so it's best if we just stop now. Alright, see you on the next one.
TO BE CONTINUED...(See "Drive to Freeport FL Part Two" )
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