David Johnson's Travel Blog
Bicycle Trip 1999
Okefenokee 2002
Anza-Borrego 2003
Texas 2003
Road Trip West 2003
Sequoia National Park 2004
Hiking Florida 2005
08/20  Let's hike Florida!
08/24  Welcome to the Conch Republic!
08/24  Goodbye, Key West
08/25  Live and learn
08/26  Wade to breakfast
08/26  The dogs are barking.
08/27  Ba-HE-ah
08/28  Stealth Camping II
08/29  Who let the hogs out?
08/30  Walk a hundred miles in my shoes
08/31  Goodbye, Keys
09/02  I AM the minority
09/03  Easy come, easy go
09/04  So what is an aquacate?
09/05  Almost there
09/06  Wisdom or Cowardice?
09/07  The smell that protects
09/08  The Florida Trail!
09/10  Radio Resurrection
09/10  To the Horizon and Beyond!
09/11  Day on the Dikes
09/12  Hat Number Three
09/13  Just another day.
09/14  The Everglades
09/14  Good day for critters
09/15  Camping With Cows
09/16  The sounds of airboats in the night.
09/17  The grass really IS greener on the other side.
09/18  Some Math
09/19  Four days until Christmas!
09/20  Hard day, mentally.
09/21  Plan B
Nomadic 2005
Bicycle Trip 2009
Bicycle Trip 2010
Nomadic 2010
Little Bicycle Trip 2011
Wisconsin Bicycle Trip 2011
Bicycle Trip 2011
Nomadic 2011
Kayak Trip 2012
Nomadic 2012
Liverworks Productions
Nomadic 2013
Liverworks Productions
Texas Pig Hunting
Bicycle Trip 2014
Bicycle Trip 2015
Biking West 2015
Chickens and Pheasants 2016
Biking About 2016
New Zealand 2016
Kayak Trip 2017



Bahia Honda State ParkI read someplace that Bahia (Ba-HE-ah) Honda has the second nicest beaches in the country. The beach *is* nice in a natural sort of way, but not quite "second in the country" nice. This leads me to believe that I read the brochure wrong and it said second in the "county." OR maybe the criteria being used to classify niceness were different than I'm used to (for instant, maybe Bahia has the second nicest Queen Conch shells in the country). OR maybe Katrina really hated this beach and irradiated is niceness over the last couple of days (ample evidence in favor of this theory).

There's a good stiff wind blowing out of the south. I'm walking east. On the bridges with my pack on I get pushed all over the place--kind of like a big RV.

I met a guy here named Jaun (doing the family-camping thing). He's hiked stretches of the Florida Trail as well as Ultralight hiked parts of the Appalachian Trail. I was able to extract much helpful advice from him. I've already been thinking that my pack is way too heavy. After talking to Juan, I feel like Doctor Livingston (or the guy who was looking for him--I never actually saw that movie, so I probably hosed a perfectly good pop-culture reference). So far I've used just about everything in my pack (except for the water filter; can't filter salt water), so it will be a continuing challenge figuring out what to drop.

Well, I'm going to camp here tonight all unofficial-like because official-like camping costs $30 and puts me around a bunch of other people. Until I get out of the Keys, I'm going to focus on stealth camping. This means ground-level under a brown tarp instead of a hammock or tent.

Tomorrow I tackle the seven-mile bridge and Marathon. I expect it to be a high-mileage day.

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