As I’ve said, our little village is definitely off the beaten path – and our house even more so. We had read that many people rent golf carts to get around.
While that sounded like a fun outing, the price for a month was a little pricey, so we said, “No thanks.” The nearest restaurants are about a quarter mile (equivalent of a few blocks) away, and the town is a mile. We have sturdy legs – after all, I just did the Avon 39 walk – and our house came with bikes. We might rent a cart when we got groceries, but other than that, we were self-reliant.
Well . . . that didn’t last very long. I’ve posted before, but here is what our street looks like:
It’s not paved and those potholes are like Olympic skiing moguls.
Plus there have been freak rains here- fairly unusual for this time of year. They come upon you fast and hard and leave everything a big puddle of mud. Riding a bike is next to impossible – you bob up and down constantly and then splash yourself with mud (don’t ask how we know this!). And walking is not much better – ok in the daytime, but really hard to miss those holes and puddles at night when it is pitch black – even with a flashlight.
We thought – no problem – we can just walk along the beach instead. But – one afternoon we walked to the end of our beach, which is very private and a little marshy and think we saw a crocodile! Yikes! He didn’t move (and could have been a log) but we definitely wouldn’t want to encounter that in the dark.
So – all of a sudden, the price didn’t seem quite so bad. And we are now the proud (monthly) renters of a golf cart – we even opted for the fancy kind with a windshield, headlights, and sturdy wheels.
The world is once again our oyster!