In this, the second year of the plague desolating our lands, my family was forced to embark on a quest to reunite family and give a hearty send-off to my wife's uncle, who himself is about to begin his own quest to traverse the Pacific Ocean and live in Japan.
Our ship of choice for this voyage was a rental recreational vehicle we christened the R.R.V. Florinada. Florinada was a baseball league my father ran, and was ultimately how Diana and I met. She played softball for the Florinada Falcons, and I baseball.
Procuring the R.R.V. Florinada was quite a struggle. There was a break in at the ship-yard and thieves stole the catalytic converters from several of the vehicles awaiting assignment. Ours was one of them, so the day started with a trip to Ruskin, Florida to complete the procurement of a different vehicle and then begin our voyage.
Once home with the glorious, but somewhat used R.R.V Florinada, we loaded up our things, assigned stations to the crew and made sure to get a family picture before we embarked on our perilous voyage into the desolate landscape blighted by the recent plague.
The photographer insisted that we take a "funny" photo as well. I'm not sure what this meant, or why this custom was required to leave, but we did so nonetheless:
After completing this seemingly pointless custom, we were finally free to leave. The first day's travels saw us out of the free land of Florida and into Georgia. We pulled into the first campground fairly late at night due to the delay earlier of having first to travel to Ruskin. I have yet to see how the plague has affected this land of Georgia, but I hope to find out early tomorrow.