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The sounds of airboats in the night.


Mile 195, Old Ranch campsite (27.448 N, 81.175 W)I started off the day by walking 2 miles West on 70 and then another 8 on 271 North. At this point I decided that instead of hiking another mile North and then walking Highway 98 eight miles West, I would jump off the official route once again and walk the railroad tracks. I have mixed feelings on the outcome of this route. On the one hand it was somewhat shorter and I didn't have to deal with constantly passing semi trucks. On the other hand it is trespassing and the walking is tough on the feet and I was passed by five trains (of course, three of those passed while I was taking a break in a small clump of pines just off the track).

Once clear of the tracks it was another three miles along Highway 98. It stunk.

And then...after almost four hundred miles of walking roads and dikes...after being in Florida more than three weeks and on the Florida Trail itself for about a week...after all the sore feet...I finally AM walking on a true-to-life foot path! A trail designed just for walking.

And it's hokey! The trail is frustratingly difficult to follow. And it doesn't help that there is a little used but well established road going the same direction as the trail, but only more directly. The trail cuts back and forth and back and forth. Where the road manages to go in one mile, it seems like the trail manages in two.

Fortunately, there is no high water to contend with. I talked to a hunter who said the water had been going down all week. Now that I'm off the road, the forest is fairly open and easy to walk through.

I stopped to camp too late and got eaten by mosquitoes. I wish I could go just one day without getting bit by something! And now there are airboats running up and down the Kissimmee River. Major noise pollution.

I guess I'm a little grumpy. Hopefully, my mood will improve as I make my way North from here tomorrow.

Critters: Whole lot of deer. Armadillos are all over the place now that I'm in actual forest.

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