Hi friends. We have departed Colorado and made a return to the state that enjoys giving me unexpected surprises. Some good, some bad, either way I have yet to not have a story about my visits to Florida.
You guys are never going to believe this one. Promise. I thought I may have to write this story with no pictures and there is no way you would have believed it. But as luck would have it, I was able to capture the footage I needed to sell this little gem to you all. Get ready. It’s a doozie.
The mileage from Pueblo, CO to Port St. Lucie, FL is exactly 1,889 miles. I did that in 3 and a half days. Needless to say, I was exhausted, and ready for a night that wasn’t restless. In a fog, I found a spot very last minute and rolled into the park. The lady running the office was extremely helpful and accommodating. I checked in, paid my rent and rounded the park to get backed in directly across from the office.
Upon my short circling of the property, I was promptly greeted by Kenneth. Who I can only assume is Anita’s other half, as she is the kind woman from the office. For my non-camping folks, generally “workcampers” or managers (people who travel and work the parks in return for free or reduced site rates and sometimes even a stipend), are couples. So, anyway, Kenneth greets me after a level 5 alert went out that a single gal was getting ready to settle into site 62.
He saunters up and asks if I need help backing in. As with all the gentlemen that try to rescue this damsel in non-distress, I kindly thank him and say, “I think I can handle this.” After a brief and amusing back and forth, he proceeds to supervise my process. Of course.
And that’s just where this story begins. When I arrived in the sunshine state the temperature was no less than 1,000 degrees and the humidity was well over 1,000,000%. I sweat inside my RV with the air conditioning cranked up to full blast. Lordy. I leave Roxy inside as I start the hook-up and set-up process. As I’m glistening, and by glistening, I mean wringing wet with sweat, I open my under compartment where I store my electrical cord and tank releases. I reach up to rearrange the extra sewer hose that has shaken loose during the miles and miles of travel and I quickly jerk my hand away and refocus my eyes. And then my eyes widen. Did I just see what I think I saw? I was just shy of rubbing my knuckles into my eye sockets to get a closer look, and there was no mistaking what was in there. Four tiny paws attached to a very tiny kitten. A KITTEN! Are you kitten me right now? I jump up to grab my phone and upon return, it’s gone! I was like, no way, no way I missed catching that on record. No one would believe this. So, I finish setting up and decide to give it another look. I remove everything out of the compartment. You know, just in case my new glasses have failed me, and it was a possum or some dumb shit like that. Leprosy is the LAST thing I need right now. Could you imagine? If I come screaming out from under there with a rodent attached to my face? Kenneth would really have his work cut out for him then. I’m so sorry if you’re reading this Kenneth. Maybe.
Anyway, flashlight and camera in tow and well…
It’s a kitten alright. What in the hell is going on?
I’m used to shit falling out of the compartment, not getting into it. I have no idea where I picked this little guy or little girl up. One mile is a lot of miles to ride in a sketchy hidey hole with a mediocre (at best) driver behind the wheel, let alone 1,889.
I am trying everything to get this little thing to come out, to no avail. And the answer to everyone’s question, NO. I don’t even have to say it. I’ll keep you updated on this crisis and hopefully a peaceful resolution will be swift. Without me missing pieces of my flesh and sans cat scratch fever.
