Note: These travels were completed a few weeks before the Covid-19 outbreak in the US.
As a Florida man living in New York for the past year, there was a lingering feeling for me that was unsettling.
In the NYC area I feel I’m at the mercy of humanity. It’s a stark contrast to the blanket feeling where I grew up in Florida of being at the mercy of nature.
Mankind is changing and deforesting Florida rapidly, but it still feels to me like lightning, grasshoppers, gators, greenery and other untamed habitants dominate the state.
On a hiking trail in John Pennekamp State Park, Key Largo, Florida.
A crisp New Year’s Eve afternoon, we sat parked a few blocks from Lands End, in the front seats of our rented Jeep Wrangler, waiting for the police officer to arrive.
The glass from our smashed-in back window was sprinkled on the seat behind us as three of our four pieces of luggage sped off somewhere in the hands of devils.
Three park policemen on horseback came clopping by us.
I thought one of them might ask if we were okay, but instead, we just heard one of them chuckle knowingly as they continued past us.
Fifteen minutes earlier we’d been relishing the weather and views of one of our favorite places on earth: