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Day on the Dikes

2005-09-11

Mile 92, South of Clewiston (26.652 N, 80.917 W)I can say this for dike hiking: It's better than road walking. But not by much.

As I was laying in wait of dawn, thanking God that the worst night of camping EVER was almost over, and wondering when I should break camp, I spied headlights in the distance. I was up immediately, but the two trucks drove by on the dike some distance from me, so there was no need for concern.

At first the mosquitoes were interesting, then they became bothersome bordering on annoying. Soon they had entered the domain of painful. Throughout the night, those flying needles managed to breach every defense I could muster. I slept little, and when I did I experienced weird dreams of being hunted. The blood bank should be envious.

Hiking along the dikes is boring but efficient. You can basically zone out and let your feet go. About 1 PM I arrived at a small picnic area to wait out the worst of the afternoon sun. There was a group of Mexicans there casting a net and grilling. They offered me chicken and beef and coke. They also gave me a half gallon of water -- water without color! I offered up some jerky and explained my trek. This was all done using very limited vocabulary. Eventually, they suddenly packed up and left, leaving more meat on the grill, which I happily cooked and ate.

I'm finding that parts of this trip would be more interesting if I could recall any of the Spanish I learned in Junior High.

I hiked on another few miles, pushing a flock of egrets on ahead of me. At mile 20 for the day, I came across a tree that would properly support my hammock. Though I could have made it a few more miles down the trail, I decided to stop. There aren't a lot of trees around here, and very very few that would support a hammock. And I wouldn't wish a repeat of last night on a snake.

I don't know what kind of tree this is, but it has large branches shooting off low enough to the ground that I could string the hammock between two. Some branches dive straight back into the ground, and it has white sap. The tree is also home to an amazing number of spiders and lizards. I suspect I'll be pulling webs off the hammock in the morning. I'm very close to the road, but the tree basically hides me.

Critters: Nothing new or interesting.

Tomorrow: Clewiston. I may get a hotel.



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