I have to admit that I poo-pooed the ubiquitous campground golf cart but, and it’s taken a while, I understand it now and want one. I’ll get to that in a just a moment, but for now please don’t think that I am getting old and soft even though I am getting old and soft.
We’ve been in this campground for almost a month now and you get into a little routine. I’m always up before dawn, trying to sneak in a couple of cups of coffee before Lola bothers me to take her out. She has it timed perfectly to the minute, knowing just when that 2nd cup is almost finished and it’s getting just light enough outside to see.
We start our walk with a stop by the lake. Until the time has changed and my Thousand Trails employee friend has to be at work, I would see him at the same time every morning by the lake, watching the sun come up and taking pictures with his smart phone. We took the same pictures of the lake every day and every day the lake looked completely different – the light, the fog, the stillness of the water, the sky all creating a completely new and endlessly fascinating scene.
It was a great way to start our morning – a quiet stillness with a few words of light conversation, feeling the surge of energy when the sun popped over the horizon. If you’ve spent some time on the beach, you know the feeling – starting your day watching the sunrise and winding it to an end at sunset, maybe with a glass of wine. Here, the end of the day is marked by fireworks every night from Epcot which you can see over the tree line at the lake.
Lola and I walk our 3 mile loop around the campground perimeter, return to the coach, put food in her bowl, make another pot of coffee and some breakfast, do my little cleaning routine inside and out and open the blinds to let the light in, settling in to check email and to get some work done.
I haven’t allowed myself fully, the luxury of participating in some of the campground activities. I’ve been feeling guilty that we have left our photography studio for the winter and so I’ve been working harder remotely here than I do at our office. I have another few days to participate in the daily pool volleyball game or play some shuffleboard or play some pickle ball. The pickle ball games look pretty competitive with some serious players.
The morning flies by and like clockwork, Lola wakes up and I get hungry around noon. I make some lunch – Lola benefits of a few scraps and we take a little stroll around the D section. I try to work until our 3PM followed by a dog park break, drop Lola off at the coach and then a walk to do some lap swimming and socializing, work, dinner, work, relax bed – I’ll have to come back to the hourly afternoon report.
So, here’s where the golf cart comes into the picture. I’m pretty active – I walk a lot, ride bikes, kayak and generally like to keep moving. I can understand someone who has limited mobility using a golf cart but I could never understand why someone who is healthy would ride around in a golf cart, until now.
This is the scenario. It’s about a 20 minute walk to the activity center and mailroom. I’ve already walked several miles, I’ve made a trip to the dog park by the activity center, I’ve done that again to take swim and now I need to pick up a package today and fill 3 gallon water jugs. That’s not a load that is logistically easy to carry – it would just be so much easier in a golf cart.
There are some pretty funny motorized vehicles here on the campground, from electric bikes to stand up scooters, golf carts and various motorcycles 2 and 3 wheeled. This person has all the bases covered – a golf cart for the campground, smart car to get groceries, conversion van for trips to a state park with limited facilities and the big poppa motor coach for living large at the campground.