1/16/2015
After a night filled with mishaps I just wanted to run. I needed the comfort of taking one simple step after another. I poked my head out of the trailer to find a glowing sun. There was no trace of the previous day’s rain. The cloud filled skies and the obstacles of the prior day had been wiped clean. Crystal whipped up a cheese and scrambled egg sandwich just before dropping me to the spot I left off.
The prior evening I had discovered a tree root that looked like wooden stalactites and stalagmites. They decorated the inside of a bar next to the trailer’s parking spot. The bartender working told me the wooden decorations were called cypress knees and that only the Seminole Indians were allowed to cut them...