Nope, not better, worse

Day 200
St. Augustine FL- Fernandina Beach FL

Picking a place to stay was a good call. What started out as not feeling well turned into full blown sick. My extensive medical research tells me I either have Zika or Ebola. Unfortunately for us that doesn't mean the reservations can wait. We pack up and I check my phone for the time. The phone slips from my lazy fingers and lands face down on the cobblestone driveway. I cringe at the thought of what it might look like when I pick it up. Shattered. Fantastic, there goes another screen. The phone case did nothing to protect a face first fall onto a round object. Regardless of the bad luck we still need to leave. It's another 2 hour drive to Fort Clinch State Park and we don't have a choice. What a fun trip this will be.

Jacksonville passes by with just a glimpse out the window. Katie gets the pictures as I do my best to stay focused on traffic and lane changes. From what I can see in her pictures, it looks nice.

Penny gets off the highway and bumbles down the surface streets towards the State Park. I swing her wide around a tight right bend and hook back a little too hard. The inside front tire brushes against the curb and scuffs up the sidewall. That's a first. Never hit a curb in the RV before. I'll be happy when we get parked and I can go back to my happy place on the couch. Life on the road, it got worse.