November 1

After two days of typing (and drinking beer) at the Ramada Inn, I'm back on the road. Had an easy eighty-mile ride, which ended at the Ranch Motel and Campground, one mile south of Hawthorne, Florida. This is the worst campground I've been in yet. It is bordered by US 301, a four-lane highway, on the west and the CSX Railroad tracks on the east. Activity that looks like dealing going on amongst the trailers. While I was eating supper a dude came by to tell me he walks his dawgs at night and don't let them bother me. He's carrying a 16 oz can of Miller's. Tried some of that at South Port. It's still lousy beer. I said I hope I don't bother them. He said have a good night and I said you too. He said, "Always do."

Florida, on the backroads and backstreets I've ridden through, remains beautiful.