Peach World

 Day 9

The bright side of our dinner flub the previous night was we now had sit down meals to use for breakfast. We had a nice buffet breakfast the next morning served by Donnell, who regaled us with tales of growing up as one of eight. We packed the RV and headed out happy to be on the road again.

Having stopped at Peach World on our way down, we wanted to stop on the way up for more pralines and fritters. Peach World is not really a "world" in the Disney sense, more of a house next to a gas station by the side of the road. In an effort to park in a place that would not inconvenience everyone else, Bo pulled the rig around the back of the gas station. The kids and I jumped out to go use the restrooms at the gas station and find my beloved pralines. Meanwhile, my dear Bo got out to look for my lost crochet needle on my side of the van. When he stood up, the local sheriff was approaching.

"Hey there, whatcha doin?" said the sheriff.

"Uh, I'm looking for a crochet needle." says Bo.

"Ok. Well, we normally don't have people parking behind here. May I see your driver's license?"

Bo politely obliged and the sheriff ran his license number. I suppose crocheting behind a gas station is not looked upon kindly in these parts. After realizing Bo was just a crafter traveling through, the sheriff returned Bo's license just as all the kids came running up with their signature sheets out. You see, we have a game we play on road trips where the kids collect signatures from people we meet as we travel. Certain signatures are worth more points than others. For example, military personnel are 15 points while DD employees are 2 points. So when the kids saw their dad talking to the sheriff, 15 points flashed before their eyes and they all came running with pens and papers flailing. Thankfully, the sheriff good naturedly signed all the sheets. He left on his way, I came back and we were back on the road with more pralines and a good story to tell.