Day 35
Geri’s in bad shape this morning. Must have overdone it yesterday. Her cough is worse, and she has aches and pains from the coughing. She’s staying in bed today, taking her medicine. Don and I did our morning routine, including a walk with a lot of time off leash, which gave me some opportunities for squirrel chasing. Don didn’t let me get too far from him, though, because he didn’t want me to encounter an alligator. This is a pretty big park, but there aren’t a lot of rigs here. Guess it’s too hard for most people to find. After our walk, Don wanted me to go for a ride with him, but I felt more like a nap, so he went without me. When he came back, he told me that I hadn’t missed much. He had gone down the island to Fort Fremont, which is a coastal fort built during the Spanish-American War. We had a war with Spain? Wow, who else, Italy, maybe? Oh, we did? Well, whatever. He had thought that there wouldn’t be anybody there, and we could have had a nice quiet walk in the ruins of the fort. When he got there, the place was overrun with people, there was no place to park, and some big event was going on. So much for peaceful walks. He drove around St. Helena Island for awhile, getting a kick out of some of the street names. His favorite was “Steady Getting’ It Lane”. He did stop to look at an old church or chapel, which had been originally built around 1740, but had been destroyed by fire so many times they finally gave up on it. He’ll probably post some pictures of it.
When he came back, Geri was sleeping, so we had lunch and watched The Weather Channel. They were forecasting bad thunderstorms for this evening. It turned out they were right. Geri woke up for a little while, and didn’t want to eat. Don asked if it was OK if he took me for a ride, and she said she was just going to sleep some more, so we got in the truck and took off. We went into downtown Beaufort, and took a walk along the waterfront where they keep all the boats. It was very pretty, but I really enjoyed the walk back through the shopping area of the town, where a number of people remarked on my friendliness, good manners, and handsome appearance. I got a lot of petting. I think Don was getting a little jealous. We got back in the truck and drove through one of the residential districts where the houses all were enormous and beautiful, with big porches and verandahs. You wouldn’t think I’d know that word, but Don has taught me a lot about architecture. We found a little park, and Don let me out to run for a bit and have a few rolls in the grass. Then we went to another National Cemetery, like the one we visited in Natchez, where all the soldiers are buried. We saw some that had served in WWII, Korea and Vietnam! That’s real dedication to duty!
When we came back to the rig, Geri was feeling better and had some soup. But the thunderstorms that they had forecasted were finally upon us. It rained really hard, and there was a lot of thunder. But I wasn’t scared, or at least I didn’t show it. I had dinner, and Don and I played tug of war for awhile, and we put the blog together. The rain has let up, and I’m heading for my bed. We’re hoping that Geri feels well enough to go out with us tomorrow.