We spent 10 days in January in Ft. Lauderdale at an RV "parking lot" where we were packed in like sardine cans. Starr joined us for 5 days to see if three people could live in the rig without killing each other. The day before she arrived, Bill got hit with the cold and cough he must have picked up at my brother's house. Starr and I disinfected every surface, but I finally came down with it the day she left. It hit her a few days later back in Minneapolis. We all survived, but nobody is completely recovered yet.
Since Bill was down sick, Starr and I took a drive down to Everglades National Park, somewhere I have always wanted to go. Every time Bill and I came down to the Florida Keys in the past, we never had enough time for the Everglades.