Not so pretty

We have just left Rt. 95 South and the landscape of 200+ year old oaks and drooping Spanish Moss. Mostly there are tall pines in view. The air is different, the shadows are shorter. The sun is hot. It may be too early to tell, but we appear to have left behind a certain southern charm. And yesterday we had our first “unpleasant” series of events.

For the first time
we arrived at a campground ( a Florida State Park) to find that the spots on the beach were taken and all that was left was a crammed in little space amongst too many other trailers. Which really only mattered because Marley was not into sharing her space, especially not with all those stray cats and way too many other dogs, all of whom walked past our picnic table and fire rather frequently. Then there was the firewood that would not burn, the prohibition of dogs on the beach, and Marley broke off her choke collar to chase a cat into the forrest after dark. Add to that, wifi did not work and all we wanted to do was research the next destination and get out of there. 

But here we are on the road again and things look up. In Home Depot we overheard an interesting conversation: Customer says “I’m looking for bug killer for cockroaches.” Service rep says “Do you have the German or the French cockroaches?” We just passed a truck with a casket on it, a sherif’s station with guys practicing at the range, a prison, and a sign for a civil war reenactment.

We stopped for a walk in a state forrest, and the road leading from Rt.10 to the park looked like this, a real sign of local economic downturn—sad:

We are on Rt.10 again heading for the only beach in Florida that allows dogs! Carrabelle Beach Yay!

Update 2 hrs. later: It's pretty again. Very pretty. And there are a few old oaks with Spanish Moss.




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