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were parked at strategic locations, ready to be used to clean debris after the storm.
     
    It was interesting to see these precautions being taken, even if it seemed like a bit of over-kill.
     
    Sure, a storm was in the forecast, but it wasn't like it was going to be hurricane. Just a day of rain, wind, maybe some thunder and lightning.
     
    Of course, I'd never been on this coast during a winter storm. So maybe the locals knew more than I did about what to expect and how to prepare.
     
    As it turned out, they did.
     

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    After arriving on Hutchinson Island, I followed the A1A highway toward Sebastian Inlet State Park.
     
    Traffic going north toward the park was light. But south bound traffic coming away from the park heading toward the bridge and off the island was heavy. A steady stream of motorhomes, camping trailers, and trucks pulling boats.
     
    After twenty minutes on A1A, I reached the park, and pulled up to the ranger check-in station. A sign on the window read, "Due to the potential for inclement weather, park services may be curtailed."
     
    Walking inside, a ranger greeted me, "Welcome to to the park. Checking in, or checking out?"
     
    "Checking in. Got reservations for tonight through next Saturday. Name is Walker."
     
    The ranger typed on his computer, "Here you are. You've got a mangrove site in the back. But today is your lucky day.
     
    "There's been a number of cancellations and if you want, we can put you on a river-front site for the entire week."
     
    I nodded, "Sounds good. But is there any risk to being so close to the river? With the storm coming?"
     
    The ranger shook his head, "Not really. If we get a lot of rain, the river will rise a bit. But your campsite is at least eight feet above it.
     
    "And we always keep and eye on things, so if an evacuation becomes necessary we'll let you know."
     
    "Evacuation? You think it'll get that bad?"
     
    "You never know. The weather forecast says lots of wind, heavy rain. Higher than normal tides. Probably some beach erosion. Definitely bad weather for boating."
     
    I nodded, "How about metal detecting? I want to find treasure on the beach."
     
    The ranger laughed. "Yeah, we'd all like to find treasure on the beach.
     
    "Seriously though, you don't want to be on the beach when the storm moves through. But the day after, that's when your chances of finding treasure go up.
     
    "The rules say you can detect from the low water mark to the heel of the dunes. Just don't disturb the sea oats or any vegetation."
     
    After the ranger handed me a camper's check-in package along with a bright yellow card to hang on my rear view mirror, he said, "If the wind really gets going, we might lose power here in the campground.
     
    "It probably won't come to that, but if you see a big storm, you might want to unplug from shore power to avoid electrical spikes."
     
    I thanked him and headed back to the Love Bus.
     
    It was time to set up camp.
     

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    Driving through the campground, it was easy to see why the rangers had been able to move me to a prime camping spot.
     
    Not many campsites were occupied, and the few that were had people packing up and getting ready to leave.
     
    I shook my head, thinking, "All these people who are leaving are going to miss out on easy pickings on the treasure beaches after the storm."
     
    Finding my assigned camp site, I backed the Love Bus in, and went through the steps of setting up camp.
     
    After extending the slide room, I went outside and connected to shore power and campground water. This would give me all the comforts of home. Free electricity and plenty of water pressure.
     
    Back inside, I opened the coach windows and made sure all the screens were in position. The screens would keep Bob in and the bugs out.
     
    As expected, as soon as the windows were opened, Bob found his favorite perch on top of the couch. From there he could lay against the window screen and feel like he was outdoors.
     
    Our campsite