I want you to know what a great guy my husband is....what a competent guy he is, what a humble guy he is. It turns out that he was the problem. Evidently when he was shoehorning himself into the under refrigerator panel box to fix the water pump control module, he inadvertently turned off the breaker to the rear air conditioner.....
I would have never told you this. I would have said that the air conditioner was easily fixed and left it at that. He said I needed to say what really happened, that everyone makes mistakes, even people who pride themselves in being able to fix most things. So, I told you.
In order to avoid the potentially nasty wind/hail tornado situation sagging into the south, we decided to stay put one more day. Tomorrow we'll really start west, I promise. After our repair work today I really wanted to get us to the river, the St. John's River. Yesterday we negotiated countless dead end streets, beware of naval property admonishments, never to arrive at the river bank. Today we had success.
|Dave is enjoying the sunny riparian scene|
|St. John's River is wide here|
We drove along the river on River Street (surprise) and ended up at a tiny, postage stamp park. We sat in the sun and enjoyed a very enthusiastic Mockingbird serenade. I also found a rather large park that boasted river frontage (Ortega river) although we never found the river there. What we did find, however, was a very pedantic immature Little Blue Heron working a mucky looking pond. We sat and watched it walk and work and shop for lunch before heading back to Beluga for dinner.
All in all another good day. I'm finally feeling like we're living in Beluga, not just on a little trip. For us, that is a great feeling.
Tomorrow we'll leave, really we will.