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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
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09/14  Good day for critters
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09/16  The sounds of airboats in the night.
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09/18  Some Math
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Who let the hogs out?


West of IslamoradaI started the day trying to find water on some yuppie resort island (don't know name--about mile 61) just before light. I couldn't find a hose anywhere! Then a police car started circling as I slinked behind various buildings. Guessing something of how suspicious I might appear, I did my best to slink right out of town. And, in an uncharacteristic happenstance, I actually didn't get caught.

I crossed another huge bridge, pushed through Layton and Islamorada, and managed to put 24 more miles behind me. I'm just short of mile marker 85. In theory, if I wanted to push, I could be in Florida City in two more days. But I probably won't. My feet and legs are screaming for a little catch-up time, and I'm afraid injury may result in pushing myself too hard (like I did today).

More information withdrawal. No internet; no TV, and now I've mailed home my Audubon Florida Field Guide. I also shipped a couple other things which, though useful, were not completely necessary. That shaved another two pounds off my pack. I think next I shall mail home my sleeping bag. It just isn't designed for this weather. I may want it back as I get farther north, but I'll worry about that then. Also, my pillow can be discarded. I have small stuff sack for clothes that should work just fine in its place.

I talked to a professional tour guide today. He reinforced my determination to be completely ready for the mosquitoes to come. He also told me the reason for all the land crabs is that the abundance of rain has flooded all of their holes, forcing them above ground.

As I travel East, the Keys slowly loose their charm. Mangrove-choked islands and long bridge walks give way to mile upon mile of civilization. I spend most of my time walking through towns now. The Western half of Islamorada is nothing but fenced-in million-dollar homes with fake landscaping (which, interestingly enough, did not get along with Katrina--the nicer the houses, the more storm damage I see). I can't wait to get to the real Florida Trail.

There are pigs here. I can hear them trotting about outside the tent and grunting and emitting other various noises. I'm glad I hung my pack up high. Tonight, I shall make sure that my hammock is much higher.

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