Tequila Sunset Campground

First things first. Paul got mad as hell at me for lying about our route from Foley, Alabama to Defuniak Springs, Florida. I directed him (since I'm the designated navigator) the long way through Pensacola and other beach communities along the Florida gulf coast. This, instead of shooting straight up I-10 and due east to Defuniak. He rarely looks at the map so believed this was the better way to get from A to B.

I wanted to see the water and so did Daisy.The scenic route took us about 80 miles out of our way through some horrific, Sunday afternoon spring break traffic. Then we missed our turnoff to Defuniak that took us another twenty miles out of our way and at $4 a gallon for gas this little detour is beginning to add up. The photo above is Daisy's reaction to Paul going crazy and threatening to drop me into the drink. She simply shuts down, closes her eyes and blocks it out. Or she bites him.

Anyway, we finally made it to Defuniak and the Juniper Lake RV Campground, a place we very much enjoyed last year so we returned. The people and the pets are warm and hospitable. This is the owner's 14-year-old collie mix they call "Lady Bug". She and Daisy just lay around together.

You can park your RV right on the lake and enjoy the best northern Florida has to offer.

While this might look like a group therapy session, this is an every evening get-together down on the lake. Coffee, soft drinks and byob. This is the best part of all: sitting around, meeting people, and making new friends. And hope they don't follow you back to Arizona. Just kidding. We've invited many folks to come and visit. But probably no one will after our stories about the bobcats, mountain lions, scorpions, coyotes, Jan Brewer, Johns Kyl and McCain. Can you blame 'em?

This is the rest of the best part of RV travel: Margarita night at Juniper Lake. Yo, Mama! Everybody brought something: tequila, the mix, limes, cups, ice and our new friends Glenn and Mary Ann from Indiana provided a battery-powered blender. Hell, with that you could have margaritas on the moon.

And here in Florida we love local bumper stickers. Saw this outside the WalMart in Defuniak. Not real sure what it pertains to but most likely a local redneck thinks at least the spelling is correct. Ain't it? At least it didn't say "Nobama" or "nobamanos".  Speaking of which, we have to vamonos our way south to Perry, Florida.  Sue ya!