After a relaxing and stationary (nearly) two weeks in Sunny Isles Beach we decided to ease back into RV life with a relatively nearby (only 3.5 hours away) two night stay at the Royal Coachman RV Resort in Nokomis, on the West Coast of Florida. This stop was also near Venice, which is where my parents will be relocating to on a part time basis,. We wanted to check out their new house with them while we were in the area.
The Royal Coachman really knows how to pack them in, but even though almost all the spots were filled, the resort itself didn’t feel overcrowded. We managed to rent some tandem kayaks to explore nearby Shakett Creek. Boomer even joined us for the kayaking and did relatively well, although he did keep wanting to hop over to the boy’s Kayak. My favorite part of the kayaking was Lana yelling at me to stay in the middle of the creek and far away from the mangroves (so that no alligator would jump out and eat Boomer).
My parents joined us for our second night. We drove out to Venice to look at their now house which is nearly built. It’s amazing to see how many new housing units the developers keep pumping out in that general area. Their house is the second one being built on their street, with many more to follow. We’re looking forward to staying there with them next time we’re in Florida. I’m thinking that the more laid back nature of the Florida’s west coast suits us better than South Florida anyway.
After seeing the new house we caught the sunset at the beach and then went out to dinner in Venice. Even though we ate outside at a nearly empty restaurant, it still felt weird eating out again. This was the first time we’ve eaten at a restaurant since Covid. After dinner all 6 of us went back to the RV to spend the night. With my parents taking the bedroom Lana and I got to test out the foldout sofa bed, which happens to be 5 feet 4 inches long. I’m not sure the sofa passed the test.
After saying goodbye to my parents the next morning, it really did feel like we were finally on our way back home. Next stop: Port St. Joe on the Florida pan handle (and back to the central time zone – for some reason I had no idea that Florida spanned two different time zones).
