Mia is Not Impressed


I am really surprised how smoothly and quickly I’ve reverted back to the RV lifestyle.  Having a new vehicle is helping a lot…the first time I connected to power I couldn’t tell if I really was hooked up, or if the lights were on because of the batteries.  There was no noise.  No visible or audible hint that everything was connected.  My ’77 Coachmen would hum…this one, not a sound.  I finally determined, with my brother’s ever-logical help, that the TV wouldn’t work on batteries and so yeah, the TV was on so I was actually connected to the power. Duh.  I’m getting used to the idea that everything with this motorhome is easier..and actually works!
However, Mia is finding the adjustment a little more nerve-wracking.  She doesn’t mind living in the RV so much…but when the whole house hits the road, she’s a little nervous.
I have to find a carrier I can belt into the passenger seat..but for now her comfy bed gives her a place to snuggle in and still be somewhat next to me.  In the old car I had, she used to lean against me when I drove..of course she can’t do that in the RV and so is a bit more apprehensive.  Chihuahuas shake anyway at the slightest provocation, and there’s nothing much I can do for her except be encouraging and make her feel safe.
Of course, ice cream always helps.

Snowbirds and Lettuce Lake


After a whirlwind move, and spending the first few days parked in my brother’s driveway while I repacked and sorted, I decided my first camp would be Lettuce Lake Travel Resort, near Arcadia.  The main reason for this choice was they had sites available.  Finding available sites in Florida in snowbird season can be nearly impossible, so I considered myself lucky.  Anything near the coasts or Disney are booked solid until April..unless you happen on a cancellation.

Lettuce Lake is actually a tributary of the Peace River, and the park..though crowded..still had some nice quiet areas near the water.  Since this first trip was more about getting acquainted with my new home, I think I would have been equally as happy anywhere that had full hookups and didn’t wipe out my bank account.

Spending the week here sorting through all the stuff that was randomly thrown into the RV to facilitate the move.  I think there are some things I will never find.

Stump Pass Beach State Park


Stump Pass Beach State Park, located in Englewood Florida, ranks high as one of my all-time favorite spots in the Sunshine State.  There’s no camping..but for a day visit and a wild beach..it’s awesome.  The park is at the southern end of Manasota Key, with the Gulf on Mexico on one side and Lemon Bay on the other.

On a recent visit there, I came upon this gopher tortoise enjoying its lunch.  The tortoise was a bit of a ham and didn’t mind being photographed while it ate.


Stump Pass is a great quiet beach, only 60 or so cars are allowed in the parking lot and if you don’t mind walking toward the tip, you can find yourself on a very private and quiet spot either on the Gulf or on Lemon Bay.  The hitch is the Ranger closes the park gates immediately after sunset..so if your car is left behind, so are you. Best to check at the gate for park closing time and plan to be there.

New Year, New RV, New Life



I have a friend back in New Jersey that usually begins her phone calls to me with “so where are you living now?”  She says I’m never in the same place very long, and she doesn’t understand how I can do that.  She’s a Virgo though, so I suppose anything out of the normal routine is difficult for her to comprehend. I mean, she alphabetizes her vegetables. Seriously?

On the other hand, she was brave enough to venture south from NJ with me in 1995, in my brand new old 1977 Coachmen Leprechaun.  It was my first full-time RV and my ticket to Florida. It was very orange. We only broke down twice on the relocation trip..all minor stuff though I can’t recall now what the problem was. I do recall spending one night in a service garage in North or South Carolina.  Needless to say, I did not do much actual going in that RV, though I did name it Boldly Go.

When I arrived in Florida,  I promptly redecorated, replacing orange shag carpeting with white vinyl flooring; painting cabinets white, and recovering cushions with a bright tropical print.  I lived in that RV for about a year, then put her in storage when I moved into an apartment.  I sold that RV a few years later, always with the thought of returning to the RV lifestyle someday.

Fast forward to Dec. 2015, and a spontaneous not-so-serious visit to a local RV dealer,  just to see what RVs looked like nowadays and if a good old used one would ever loom large in my future.  The short version of what happened next?  I happened to stumble upon their end-of-month-end-of-year  have-to-meet-sales-quotas…etc. etc. etc.

Granted..most people don’t make such a decision spontaneously, and certainly not over the span of 2 days…but hey, how bad could it be? Next thing I knew…Voila! Boldly Go II and Happy New Year to me!

On Dec. 31st I took delivery of Boldly Go II and by Jan. 2nd was moved out of my apartment and into a new life.


I’ve toyed with the idea of starting a whole new blog, but after a few attempts, I decided to just continue now with Natural Notes.  I’ll write when I have wifi service, from where ever I happen to be at the moment.

My New Sidekick



I’m the first one to admit it – things just haven’t been the same since my old pal Boomer died in 2008.  So here’s my new sidekick, 6 pounds of pure terror who will take on the grizzly bears on television and chase greyhounds at the dog park.  She is small enough to take along most places I go, she’ll fit into the basket on my bike, and she’s right there on my lap when I’m sitting around doing nothing.  We’re looking forward to cooler weather and lots of adventures together.

In other news, I’ve just received a notice from the Bird Banding Lab about a band recovery.  It seems that an American Robin I banded at Raccoon Ridge in northern NJ on May 25, 2008 was found as a roadkill on August 11, 2014, in Avon, Monmouth County, NJ.  The person who found the bird turned in the band.  Although a little sad – I much prefer a report about a bird caught live by another bander – it’s nice to know this one survived for six years.

Pelican Update

And of course, other things have kept me from posting regularly.  The pelican was treated and released just a few days after its rescue.  All is well.

Firemen Rescue Pelican

So last night I decided to go to one of my favorite places, the North Jetty in Nokomis, to see if the ‘green flash’ would appear at sunset.  Conditions were perfect…low humidity, blue sky, no clouds in sight.  Packed up a thermos of coffee and off I go.

When I arrive however, a crowd has gathered in the parking lot and a fire truck is on the scene. My first thought was someone became ill or was injured, but it quickly became apparent that something else was going on.  Everyone was looking up, at the top of a tall pine.


And there it was…a pelican, hanging upside-down by it’s foot (or feet, hard to tell), flapping it’s wings in an effort to free itself.  No doubt the pelican was dragging fishing line or netting, which became entangled when the bird went to roost.  It was a pitiful sight and looked pretty impossible…but the Nokomis Fire Dept. was on it.  It was a difficult rescue, as the bird was at the top of the tree.  It took the firemen several attempts to correctly position the truck and ladder..complicated by the fact that the truck with the bigger ladder was at the scene of a structure fire, so this shorter ladder would have to do.


After sunset (which I never did see, as the gulf is behind all the focus on the rescue) the firemen were successful in getting the ladder as close as possible…which still left about a 10 foot gap between the top rung and the bird.  In the dark, one of the firemen climbed the ladder with a long hooked pole.  It took him several minutes to grab the branches and pull the exhausted pelican to him.  Of course, the pelican rewarded him by trying to bite, but the fireman was undaunted.  He finally got a grip on the bird and brought him down, to the cheers and applause of the crowd.

Once on the ground, it quickly became apparent that none of the firemen knew how to handle a pelican.  There I go (having worked in the seabird hospital and knowing how) and suddenly I find myself kneeling on the ground behind the firetruck with a very weary and injured pelican in my arms.   The bird had a nasty 2-inch fishing lure imbedded in its leg.  The lure was trailing a few feet of line, which had caught in the tree branches.

We moved the bird away from the truck, and I held it in the relative calm darkness while the firemen attempted to find a wildlife rescuer who could take the bird to the hospital.  About 45 minutes later, I handed the pelican off to the rescuer from the Wildlife Center of Venice, who responded to the call and took the bird to their hospital.  I’ll check on its progress and report here how it’s doing.

Never did see the sunset, but well worth missing it.

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