It is Thursday, October 17, 2019 and I am writing this from a McDonalds in Key Largo, Florida. I like going new places and being surprised by new sights. I last wrote from a Starbucks in Miami. Then I thought I only had one more night at the Everglades campground. I was mistaken. I had two. Kamp-rite Tent Cot I like sleeping in my tent cot. I am outside so much. If I wake up in the middle of the night I can see the stars and listen for any sounds. I expected the Everglades campsite to be full of sounds. I expected a shrill of frog calls and the rustling of bushes and the rumble of gators. Crickets, I heard crickets and an occasional air boat in the distance. In the early mornings I heard trucks that seemed to thunder across the Everglades on the Tamiami Trail in the early morning hours. I didn't see a lot of trucks when driving that road. The one downside... or maybe two, to sleeping in my tent cot. Sometimes I wake up and there is no breeze. I am
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