Day 18 - 413 miles
Whatever happened to 300 miles per day?
So what do you get if you were born in Poland and lived in Ireland long enough to speak with that particular dual accent? It's a Pirish accent. We met a lady, waitress, with just that delightful accent. Go figure... just dumb luck... (Sorry, sometimes I just can't help myself.) But talk about a delightful person. It was lot of fun to banter with her.
I also saw a Floridian Cowboy today. I know because he wore a big cowboy hat, his jeans were tucked into his boots, and the boots still had their nametag hanging from the bootstraps... and we weren't near a western wear shop.
We're beginning to see evidence of orange groves... but no disembodied hands grasping for orange juice containers...
The National Forest is flat and you can see all the trees... So I guess once you're halfway into the forest, you really are halfway out. The swamps are interesting too. The ones we've seen so far aren't all that wet, but the trees were covered with Spanish Moss...
...and there are as many cycads and palms as deciduous trees.
Interstingly, whereever they landscape with palms near here, they're trimmed to look natural, instead of the 'smooth' look favored on the west coast.
I'm told we crossed the Florida Rockies, about 200 ft high. I think I missed them.
A little camera humor at the campsite:
Total miles: 4740
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