We arrive in Jensen Beach to find we are in a small trailer/rv park. Ninety nine percent of the residents are here forever or for the winter. We are a little put out at first but after looking around we decide we are in a great location. I can sit on the couch at night and look across the street at a little restaurant/bar that plays live music some nights and has Christmas lights all over it. We are just across from the street where a sidewalk goes for miles along the water. The small historical downtown area which is a quarter mile down the street had "A Taste of Jensen" on Tuesday night which we attended and on every Thursday night they have an outdoor artist showcase.
The highlight of Jensen was the Wednesday night Crab Races at "Conchy Joes", which was across the street about 40 yards down. We walked down on Wednesday night.
This was the fish tank full of racing hermit crabs.
You had to pick a crab and give it a name. I named my crab, "Carl". He is the green butterfly crab on the right side.
This is my prize for Carl streaking to the finish line during the 5th heat. He fell asleep during the final race but that is all right. I did learn one important lesson. When the race "master" says "don't point at the crabs" he isn't joking around. As I stood around the race table, I got excited and pointed at the crabs. The race "master" squirted me with his water bottle, designed specifically for "pointers". He sprays the crabs during the race to get them going but apparently if you stick your arm out to point at the crabs, it startles them and they stop. He told the spectators that but I thought he was joking. He wasn't. What a fun night.
Mark is cleaning the windshield. That is the small neighborhood bar/restaurant that is all lit up with Christmas lights every night.
December 23rd takes us to Homestead, Florida. Not a very good choice of RV parks but who knew? Experience is a good teacher. Our park is mostly a trailer park with about a third of it filled with winter Canadians, all speaking French. Our neighbors couldn't speak English. They were good partiers, though. This picture is me waiting for the Christmas parade that the Canadians put on every Christmas Eve.
The parade finally came by and Mark and I were able to sit on Santa's lap. Great fun.
Merry Christmas!
We did make it to the Everglades while we were in Homestead. In the parking lot of the visitors center there was a big tub of blue tarps that visitors could cover their car with. Apparently the vultures (see above) will eat your windshield wipers or rubber around the windows! Wow. This guy was not afraid of people. He asked me which car was mine so he could have a little snack.
Stopped at a local fruit stand. Even I couldnt' bring myself to buy one of these dudes for a try.