For the past several years, my mother has joined thousands of other mothers (along with grandmas, nanas, mawmaws and bubbies) in an annual migration to North America’s southern states. A hundred or so end up here, at Shady Acres RV Park, in Fort Myers, Florida.

My mom spends her winters in a one bedroom trailer with a small addition and a screen tent. She has a great time riding her trike to bingo and the pool, or talking to neighbors as she walks the dogs. There’s a strong sense of community among the residents—who seem to know quite a bit about each other’s business. The place is a hotbed of gossip, with the subject of children ranking (apparently) high on the list.

That we would visit, was a fait accompli. Our arrival was eagerly anticipated and widely broadcast by my proud mother, who kept introducing us as, “her’s.” “Don’t worry,” advised one resident who may have noticed my blush, “we’re all so proud when our children come.”

Gentle fun could be made of retirees living in a Florida trailer park, but it is kind of great here. We’re within minutes of world-class beaches and beautiful kayaking. Bike trails lead from our door to myriad parks, stores and amenities. Plus everyone is so friendly and welcoming. I might not make it to bingo night, but I’m happy to be here.

Explore: Koreshan State Historic Site, located just down the road from Shady Acres, is a lovely park that follows the Estero River approximately 3 miles west to the bay. The historic structures were built by members of a utopian sect who believed that the entire universe existed within a giant, hollow sphere. Like many idealistic communities of that era, followers believed in communal living and celibacy, which almost certainly contributed to their decrease in numbers.