Slow Pokes

Saturdays are usually slower days for us.  Not much on the agenda other than the next destination.  Sleep a little longer.  Pancakes and bacon for breakfast.  Long walk in the woods.

This campground is quite nice.  Large open areas.  I can see why the horse people like it.  There’s lots of trails for riding.  This could definitely be a redo when we are in the area again.

We took a long walk this morning. We walked down one of the dirt roads for a ways until a foot trail branched off, which we followed.  We felt like we were walking through the jungle.  This must have been what Old Florida was like, without the footpath.  We would have needed a machete if it weren’t for the trail.

As we were walking back into the campground, we met a guy who was also out on a walk and struck up a conversation.  Jason was in the RV box-truck two spaces over from us.  We ended up chatting with him and his wife for well over an hour.  That’s one of the cool things about traveling around is meeting lots of interesting people.  Jason, who describes himself as a recovering engineer (​I like that description, I think I’ll use it​) and Karen have traveled the world, been to 100 countries, sailed around the world.  His RV was one-of-a kind, designed and mostly built by him.  It stood out from all others, partly because of the large logo emblazoned on the sides.

They have been all over Chile and Argentina in the RV, as well as Central America, and it will soon be shipped to Europe for more adventures there.  It was a lot of fun trading travel stories with this fascinating couple.

When I grow up, I wanna be like Jason.

Because of the long walk and the long conversation, we didn’t get out of the campground until well after noon.  It was 2.5 hours to our next overnight boondocker spot, so we drove to the little town of Hernado, which is right along the Withlacoochie State Trail.  We rode bikes on the trail for a total of 16 miles.  Eventually, we may cover the entire 47 mile length of the trail in little bits and pieces.

We arrived here at just after 6pm.  “Here” is what appears to be a private five-site campground near ... well, near nothing.  Or so it would seem.  We are near Keaton Beach, where the main part of Florida wraps around towards the panhandle, and the coastline appears to be rather swampy, at least looking at the satellite view on Google Maps.  It’s 12 miles off the main road, so tomorrow we drive 12 miles back out to continue our trek into the panhandle.  But people do come here.  All the sites are full.  And the price is right.