I managed to get through the sprawling masses of Fort Myers and Port Charlotte (that is a bit of an exaggeration, they weren't too big). The American Cycling Associations map that I'm following polity reminds me that I am 305 miles from the trusty ol' Jetta that sits in a storage compound in St. Augustine Beach.
On day 25 I slept in this so called Wilderness Preserve that disallows the use the motorized vehicles. I set up camp early due to the potential of heavy rain and thunderstorms. I laid in my hammock for hours. When the sun came down a battalion of mosquitos under control from General "I'm a gonna ruin your night" attacked with relentless efficiently. I retreat to the confines of my tiny bivy bag with Julie taking a spot at my feet. Here I hunkered down in safety only subject to the annoying buzzing. I managed to fall asleep.
However, then the most unexpectedly thing happened. As a opened my eyes due to Julie's sudden movements, and saw two huge bright lights coming down the trail I was happily laying across. No motarized vehicles my ass! I panic hoping to god they see me . I finally manage to find the zipper and opened the bag just in time to let three ATV full of teenagers pass. Holy shit!
Anyway day 26 saw the likes of Fort Myers North Fort Myers head into my rearview mirror without incident. The night was magnificent compared to the last few because it did not rain and the mosquito's were nowhere to be found. It did clear during the night letting the temperature drop significantly. Shitty nights really make you appreciate the good ones.
Today I will be clear of Port Charlotte and heading into rural central Florida. I see hills on the topo's and lots of potential camping spots.
Here are some photo's of the last couple days:
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| A bird of prey. Comment me the proper name. |
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| West of La Belle in a Preserve looking for someplace to camp. |
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| Tripods aren't only used to hold a camera still. |
Cheerio for now!
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