We're just 5 of literally millions of snowbirds down here in Florida, so campgrounds are packed. Like, really packed. And sometimes we miss being out in the wilderness somewhere, so we just pretend. The same way we pretend traffic noises at rest stop overnights are ocean waves. It helps. The Spanish moss (which we now call Allen's beard, for pretty obvious reasons) is beautiful and especially pretty in this campground, so it's easier to pretend we're all alone in a jungle full of trees and RV-shaped rocks. :)
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