Yes, we made it to Florida. A thousand miles for my brother and roughly 500 for me. All with relatively few hiccups. My brother, George, henceforth know simply as G had some car trouble at the beginning of his journey. He has, like most of us do many computer parts in his car that decided to quit communicating . He had it repaired only for it to stop communicating again once it got here. But the always piddling brother of mine got it fixed long enough to drop the car off at storage. That and an expensive hotel room, who knew Jacksonville was having a game Sunday things went pretty well for me.
So it’s close to 6 am day 2 and I’m sitting on a picnic table waiting on my coffee to boil and the fog so thick I thought it was raining. I slept horribly having set my tent up right on a root that crossed just under my hip. Tossed and turned all night with my hip and thinking it was raining.
We are camping on a naval base which is quite interesting for me. Sailors up at the butt crack of dawn doing PT. Running in fog while I’m trying to discretely pee behind a palm tree. Ships moving out of the harbor as soon as the fog lifts and the sea birds fishing for their morning breakfast.
The sun has burned off the fog and it should be warming up soon. I have to shake out the things I left on the picnic table to dry, lesson learned, everything can get wet whether it’s raining or just fog.
It is time to get busy with day 2, drying out the tent!