Hello, As I write this I am sitting in my Weeroll facing the open back doors. I am looking into the woods. In my big screened window I see the woods has quite the variety of trees, not like the pine forests in Ochlockonee River State Park. Among the trees within 50 feet of my chair I see: Tall Long Leaf Pine; Oak, Magnolia, and what I think is a Maple. The dirt is dark and damp, the lower vegetation is sparse, indicating a population of deer. The fan is sending a nice steady stream of air on the back of my head and shoulders. The heat has been high and the humidity thick at times. I am looking forward to heading north a bit, starting tomorrow. The evening before I left Ochlockonee State Park I got a knock at my door. It was my campground neighbor from across the way. Susan just wanted to let me know she enjoyed meeting me and wanted to keep in touch! How nice is that! She shared that her hu...
Letters to friends from a young-old woman, author and life explorer. This is Susan's journal of continuing travel adventures, goofy mishaps, and life experiences.