It's almost 9pm. I'm sitting here in the completely empty Great Dunes parking lot, with the TV antenna only part way up, the slide in and just one small light on.
I think I'm being fairly stealthy. But then again, I'm in a 24.5 foot long, 10.5 foot tall, shiny white (just washed), RV... in an e-m-p-t-y parking lot.
Then I hear it... the dreaded knock on the door. The knock was so out of the blue that Tigger didn't even bark?!!! He barks at almost everything that moves around the RV yet he didn't bark during the entire visit.
I yell HELLO and flip the porch light on.
The knocker identifies himself at the Georgia state police so I open the door. He was a very nice guy. He mentioned that he saw me overnighting in the park at the other end of the island 2 nights ago but didn't say anything.
I guess 3 nights is the limit here. Pushing it to a 4th night got me the dreaded knock on the door. I deserve it.
The state owns the entire island and the one camping area on it. It goes without saying that they want ALL RVers to stay in the camping area. They get more of our money that way.
After running me through the police system and finding out I have no warrants... He said he'll let me stay here for the night. But, if I don't want to stay in the campground after tonight, I should find another place to vacation.