Time marches on here north of the Florida Everglades. We're parked on a site that is primarily for horse lovers to unload their horses and go riding in the out country. It is lightly shaded with a few trees, some broken grass and numerous horse droppings. The rule is that the owners are supposed to distribute the droppings, but it is only done lightly.
Yesterday we journeyed to the closest town nearby, Indiantown , to do our laundry. For the first time in three weeks, the Laundromat was not over run with local Hispanics. Perhaps we were at the wrong laundry. We also checked out the city parks for a water connection and found none. Then while looking out the window of the laundry, there it was, a water bib and a 4 foot hose. So we filled our 5 gallon container, not that we need it, but as insurance if we unexpectedly run out. We now have a little reserve supply.
Back at the motorhome, we found that Monday is apparently also a good day to do horseback riding. There were 6 trailers in the yard, with everyone out and about. They eventually came back around noon and relaxed for an hour or two before leaving the grounds.
On and off throughout the day, we discussed what and where are we going for the next 30 days. Life can be difficult if you have no goal or direction. Our next scheduled event is February 15th for an impromptu rendezvous about 50 miles west of here with our boondocking friends. So we have to decide what we're doing and where we're going in the meantime. (We are not going back to the big city, that we know for certain.)
We were debating checking in with a park on the south edge of Lake Okeechobee for a week, just to give Sandy her electrical fix. Considering the weather forecast for the next 4 or 5 days, that probably wouldn't be a bad idea. (We could then use an electric heater then plus the electrical mattress pad!)
Life is tough in the back woods. We're enjoying it.