The trip down to Daytona Beach goes smoothly on 95, but the truck map app I am using (to avoid low bridges, narrow roads, and low clearance areas) fails me miserably again. It messed us up in New York and cost us an hour of wading through the back streets of NYC on our way north a few weeks ago. 

This time, it takes us down a narrow country road in Florida, without any warning signs that eventually declares a 14 ton weight limit, an 8’6” height clearance limit and nowhere to turn around. Our rig is 12’ tall and weighs over 15 tons all in. We spot a driveway and pull into it and see the Trump/Anti-Socialist/Confederate flags flying and we see the trucks, gun racks and the very angry young guy that strides out on the porch glaring. We quickly realize our hippie bus may not be welcome. This guy is definitely not happy. He snarls at us and walks off with a “Do what you gotta do.”

Luckily, his much friendlier girlfriend intervenes and admits that we would not have made it 500 yards down that road with our bus. She helps us back out onto the small country lane and we get the hell out of there. We re-route to Daytona Beach and get to the Coral Sands RV Park without further mishap. 

This spot is absolutely AWESOME. Simple, quaint and right smack on the beach. We spend the afternoon