Last night I went to fairyland. It’s in a tall deep woods about 200 feet off highway 129 below Branford, FL. Darkness comes quickly in deep woods. I was busy writing, my tent world dimly lit by laptop light, when suddenly a green light buzzed the tent! What the heck was that? I shut my laptop off and was enchanted by a cosmos of fairy stars, flitting around my homestead.
I have never seen so many fireflies. I lay on the mattress and watched them go about firefly business in shades of yellow, blue and green before sleep took me. When I woke in the dark of early morning, they were still there.
“Way down apon the Suwanee River” I love seeing the actual places of songs and stories.
My bike feels wobbly. Oh no, two broken spokes in the back wheel. I have been hitting some hard bumps. I resist the knoweledge. “Maybe I could just ride it today and fix it later.” NO! This is the perfect time, early morning, and the perfect place, a bike trail, to do repairs. An hour later and we are on the road again. This would have been difficult for a non mechanic. Be sure you have done this drill on your ebike before touring, you’ll want efficiency.
I am writing this part from a public library in Branford. My bike is charging in front. I am using fast wifi. I am comfortable, wow, it’s been a while. Here’s the new drill: Use the offline Open Street Maps (OSM) to get to a small town, then use google maps to find and get to the library.
The farms further north are growng peanuts rather than tomatoes and citrus. 7-11 is now selling pecan cookies and pie. The stench of a chicken processing plant lingers for miles. Smelly trucks carrying listless white chickens stacked high in wire cages roar past. Small towns are filled with polite large people in loud smelly trucks. On the upscale backstreets Americas old Victorian style homes remember a different past, and on the poor back streets decaying single wides shelter those who have had limited opportunities.
Rain rounds out the evening.