2/6/2015
A strong but gentle wind rocked the trailer through the night. We were content with the swaying motion. The best part about the local was that the sound of roaring cars was practically muted. On this particular day I was content to make myself a couple of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches as my breakfast. As I ate I thought about how my next day would technically mark my second time crossing a continent. We did quite a few things better the second time around. I realized I had not yet completed the first stage of the run around the perimeter so I laced up and returned to the beauty of the road.
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s I ran along the canal, fish jumped out of the water. Perhaps they were trying to eat insects or maybe they were just playing. Either way, it was pretty entertaining. I realized that I had probably seen the last of the alligators but at least I had tons of pictures of the majestic creatures. The first five miles led me to the end of nature. An intersection with a stoplight controlled the hustle and bustle of the masses. To my left was the Miccosukee Indian casino. I turned to the right and encountered Crystal and my mom parked at the gas station. The smell of cinnamon filled the trailer. Crystal had planned on making French toast but didn’t realize I consumed most of the bread. Eggs were a good option.
I switched from the 41 to the 997 aka Krome Rd. The running lane on this road started off a bit sketchy. Often times there was barely a sliver to work with. Suddenly big rigs were whizzing past me at high speeds. After almost ten miles of rough roads farms appeared. Alongside the farms dirt paths were cleared for heavy machinery. I took advantage of those paths and used them for my run. On every block fresh fruits and vegetables were being sold. People of all nationalities operated little farms and nurseries. Fruits I had seen often in Asia were being grown and sold right before my eyes. As I ran, Crystal and my mom purchased a cornucopia of sweet goodness to eat. Green and red mangoes, yellow and orange papayas, a variety of tomatoes, and tiny yellow bananas filled their bag. I never knew tiny yellow bananas were so sweet, soft, and flavorful. It was a great treat.
All the wonderful little stands disappeared when the cement sidewalks appeared. From there I booked it to the Boardwalk rv park so I could catch up on all the missed posts from my days in the everglades. I was going to be several hours of work. I was blessed it was a labor of love.
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