As soon as we got into Florida we took the second exit off I-95 and got on A1A heading east towards the ocean where we had a picnic lunch on the beach in the city of Fernandina Beach. Because we were not in any hurry we just stayed right on A1A all the way to Daytona Beach Shores where we are spending the night over looking the Atlantic Ocean from the sixth floor of the Holiday Inn Express (mmm, cinnamon buns.)
In the early part of the trip along the coast we get a very short (0.9 mile) ferry ride across the St Johns River between Fort George Island and Mayport Village. It departs every 30 minutes on the 1/4 & 3/4 hour and costs a whopping six bucks. We arrived, pulling up behind 2 waiting cars, with 6 minutes to sailing, talk about great timing.
Just north of Daytona Beach the Purple Whale passed the 29,000 mile mark.
Its fall, quite literally around here. Sunday of Thanksgiving weekend we raked up all the leaves shed buy the dozen or so hardwood trees on our lot. A little less than a week later we had to rake again, this time we just did the front yard.
Less than 4 days later, upon our return from Hilton Head, it was hard to tell we had done any clean up at all. So this time we opted to do the “Let’s At Least Make It Look Like Someone Lives Here” minimal sweep, I took out the leaf blower and forced about 27,000 leaves off the sidewalk and driveway into the street.
During that return drive from Hilton Head, the Purple Whale rode through its twenty-seven thousandth mile.
On our run to The Great Meadow near the city of The Plains to go to the Virginia Scottish Games we had to slow down and make a small detour into the parking lot of Dinosaur Land because the Purple Whale just loves dinosaurs and wanted his picture taken with one.
We spent the entire day listening to solo bagpipes and bands of bagpipes with drums and my ears are still buzzing. Even though I took it off a couple of hours ago, I still feel like I have my ball cap on. We were met at the games by Donna’s cousins Laurie and Susie (daughters of Donna’s father’s brother.) We all came here to see her cousins Duncan and Jimmy (sons of Donna’s father’s sister) who are pipers extraordinaire, they both play in the solo competition and judge the band competition.
While Duncan & Jimmy played and judged we (Susie, Laurie, Howard, Laurie’s beau, Donna and I) watched big guys throw big rocks and big telephone poles, watched dogs herd sheep, kids play games, ate fish and chips and meat pies, drank copious amounts of water and shopped for kilts. When we all went our separate ways at the end of the day, the six cousins were scheming to do this again and to try and get more of their kinfolk to join them.
Guid cheerio the nou! See ye efter!
Three pictures are worth 3,000 words…
Started up, went down, back up, back down, still down.
Miata Top Transitions since 10/24/08: 1146
Changed the header image to one of the photos taken last weekend at the J Strom Thurmond Dam. I have a somewhat similar shot of the Emperor, but not similar enough to do a rotating banner.
I guess if we drove both cars up there, put the camera on a tripod, marked the spot and systematically took two photos, drove both cars home, edited the photos — nah, not worth it. I guess I will have to put a Miata photo up here sometime again though, what with the domain name I have.
Wait a minute, maybe mr-sonata.net is available…
Started down, went up, still up.
Miata Top Transitions since 10/24/08: 1079
Spent the day looking for more of those caches in the RISK Series. We found Argentina, Central America, Greenland, Iceland, North Africa, Northern Europe, Northwest Territory, Ural, Western Australia & Secret Mission #1. Twenty five down and twenty one to go.
If we had traveled to all those places we might have had to drive the Sonata more than the 8,000 miles it now has on its odometer.
Everyone else got a souvenir, so it seems only fair that the Purple Whale get one too. Behold, a small purple dragon sticker placed in the center of the top part of the rear window.