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So what is an aquacate?

2005-09-04

Highway 997 / Highway 41 (Tamiami Trail)Back in Richmond when I was working at FirstHealth, there was a guy who brought in exotic fruits for all to taste-test. I now wish I had paid more attention to those experiments. I recognize almost none of the fruits here. There was a cart of "aquacates" for sale beside the road. I didn't try one.

Since leaving Florida City, I have been walking North, some of it on Redland Road, but most of it on highway 997. The vast majority of the scenery is taken up by tree nurseries, orchards and plowed fields. Picture a nice smooth gravel road in your mind. Now, make that gravel road a half-mile wide. Plow it up real good so the gravel is nice and soft. There, you are now looking at prime South-Florida tilled fields.

Redland Road was quiet, but 997 is bordered by tractor trails which are good for walking on. These trails end about five miles short of 41, and the rest of that road-walk is fairly miserable. I'm using walking sticks now, which is helping to relieve my feet of some of the weight.

Only one more day of road-walking left! I so cannot wait. I grow weary of the perpetual drone of passing trucks.

I'm sending this email from the intersection of 997 and Highway 41 (the Tamiami Trail, pronounced Tammy-Ammy, I think). At this point, there is a good chance that I won't be able to send emails out again for at least three days. It could be as many as six days. So, for those of you who are prone to such, don't worry.





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