Greetings From Inverness, Florida.
You may be wondering about Steve. I mean, it seems like we are spending a lot of time and sharing some great adventures together.
For example, remember when I tried to create a team called Grinners and Spinners to help with some of the work needed in North Fort Myers where hurricane Ian devastated the barrier islands and a large swath inland?
Steve volunteered right away when I told him what I wanted to do. But that was it, I could not recruit anymore volunteers. Steve was a good sport about it and excited to help out. Our team of two was going to head south in our campers and help a fellow Sister on the Fly, Linda Shay. We would clear fallen and damaged trees from her property. Then I had also signed us up to help the American Legion for a couple days with whatever they had going on.
I met Linda in Hayward, Wisconsin in June during a Sisters on the Fly camping event. She had invited me to park on her Florida acreage several times. She had hook-ups.
She reported the house was fine but there were many trees down. I was glad to have Steve on the team because he used to be a lineman for the telephone company and knew how to safely cut trees. He was also bringing two chain saws, gasoline, and tools.
On the night before we were to leave he invited me over for homemade pizza at his house about six miles north of Inverness. He showed me how to tie a couple knots we would be using to pull on trees and branches in Fort Myers. He has one of those chin-up bars in a doorway like I used to have when I had a house. He said he has to pay a toll of chinups each time he enters that room. Later when I needed to use the bathroom beyond that chinup bar I did one! I have been trying to do a nice chin up or two for several years! I was mighty proud. A little happy dance.
On the morning we were to leave, Steve texted me to tell me his bike (that he had packed in the back of his pickup truck the night before) had been stolen. He would be delayed because of the police report. What a bummer for him. It was a very nice road bike.
We planned to meet up at a park just before entering what I estimated to be the disaster area. I messed up and the park was closed due to hurricane damage. I drove around looking for another place that would accommodate two trucks and two trailers. We ate our packed lunches on a curb in a parking lot.
Later as I was leading us down I-75, I got a call from Steve. Someone had motioned to him that he had tire damage on his trailer. He was going to pull over and fix it. I began to worry. What if he gets defeated or the tire causes damage to his trailer and he must return home? How would I be of much help to Linda with my measly loppers?
I was happy to see him pull up into a gas station. He told me the warning to pull over was a kids prank. The tire was fine. Better that than the alternative, we agreed.
We saw piles of rubble lining the streets and many blue tarps as we headed into Linda’s neighborhood. Her road was quite the roller coaster. The sign on it made me smile.
Linda actually had water and electric hookups for two trailers. She and her husband David had already cleared the drive and our camping spots. We got set up and then went to work.
Linda showed me how to operate the gator. What a blast! That became my job.