Headed in the morning to park number 266 or so, Biscayne National Park. We did not really do this park justice as we missed the early boat out to an island and could not take the later one. So, we watched the movie, toured the museum, walked the 1/2 mile trail and enjoyed our view of the bay and its clear waters. Then heading to Boynton Beach where we were staying at another Harvest Host, Bedner Farms. On the way I took a stab at a repair shop for the thermostat on our trailer was not showing any numbers. I called one, no luck, tried a second, and he was able to see us. He was a mobile unit but located near where we were going so we stopped. He fixed an issue, interior fuse I did not know was there. It turned out that he was a Christian and prayed for people to show up who needed help and for those in ministry he would not charge. He even invited us to dinner with his family and friends. We were unable to because our Harvest Host locks the gate in the evening. I suggested coffee in the morning and he agreed. We showed up after 9 and ate with Chris, Kimberly and their friends Jared and Sarah and their 8 kids between the two families (and four dogs.) We had a great time with wonderful people. Also, since the repair did not hold, as Chris mentioned the day before, something may have caused it, he then investigated further and found a bad connection which he fixed. Now we have heat and air. If you are in south Florida and need assistance on an RV call Chris at TravelTech RV (www.traveltechrv.com). You will be blessed & your RV fixed!

The Engaged Cadillac

Finally we left the lizards or whatever. And the snakes and the heat. We drove past, again, the ice cream place something about not needing ice cream at 8:30 in the morning. Ridiculous. We wandered to some other water spot and then went to another fruit stand, this time no ice cream but lots of good things to eat. I was inspired by fresh corn. I am thinking crushed and squeezed, boiled down a bit to thicken add some fresh herbs and some hot peppers for a new ice cream base. Wow, I can hear your hunger rumbles from Florida.