A Car Crash in an RV Park

My Couch Surfing hosts in Homossasa Springs were kind enough to drive me all the way to my next stop in the Ocala National Forest, via a game of disc golf! (An ingenious blend of golf and frisbee.) After a few laps around the RV Park in Salt Springs, we successfully located my new Couch Surfing host. I spent four days in the woods with a very open and generous guy, in a ludicrously tight knit community.

On arrival, I was immediately introduced to neighbours who, I soon came to realise, formed part of a constant stream of friends appearing and disappearing from the yard, nearly always in a golf cart. I spent my time in the forest hiking, kayaking, sitting around a crackling fire, watching every breathtaking sunset over the lake and trying to remember more names than my straining brain could possibly cope with.

Salt Springs and it's people have a small-town southern vibe: parked outside the local bar were a row of leather-clad Harley's, every song at the karaoke night was country (we were treated to Jolene by Dolly Parton twice), the fashion of choice usually entailed plenty of camo, and of course, everyone was wonderfully hospitable.

One morning, I was sitting outside with a group having breakfast, when a phone rang. Andrea's 19 year old son was calling. He had been in a car crash. Immediately, all who were present jumped to their feet and loaded into two cars to race to the rescue. There were no injuries, but the car was in bad shape having collided with a tree and ended up buried in the bushes. Not long after we arrived, another car of RV residents appeared to offer assistance.

I thought it pleasantly surprising how many people were rushing to help in whatever way they could. The news of the crash spread like wildfire and everyone was desperate to share consoling word... Or lend a truck.

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Sunset over Little Lake Kerr