Not much to report. I’m in Florida. It’s almost exactly like southern California, except the sun rises on the wrong side of the ocean. And the water is warmer. And there are sand gnats biting you at dawn and dusk.
The miles just keep on rolling by as I make tracks for the Keys. Not too much stopping, not too much going on except driving through. My back hurts, my neck hurts, I think I’m not sleeping right. It’s humid and warm here, it makes me stink.
I take the dog running on the beach at sunrise. It’s enjoyable, but my calves dislike it. I get the camera out instead and take a few photos:
The dog helps out:
I have to admit, I am enjoying myself: