I had a nice nights camping the previous night in Little Manatee River Park, was my first state park and for $16 I couldn’t complain. I had water and power right next to the camping ground, I sat, lit a fire and played my guitar. I tried to forget about my sunglasses :p

 

I was just south of Tampa/St Peterburg and it was coming up on the weekend. I got back in the saddle and headed North, back into the burbs and civilization. Or what passes for it in Florida. The place is like ‘Cocoon’ in reality. Little old ladies in golf carts, brow-beaten old men following their wives, all the life and energy sucked out of them, the women finally in full control now their testicles have shriveled up and died. Not a great place for a single guy I thought, but still when I got into town and hit the Panera Bread to get my wifi fix there were lots of nice girls about. It was still summer in my eyes and the weather is still hot and sunny everyday. I checked the map for somewhere to stay and decided on a camping ground on the spur off St Petersburg on an island and decided to try to get there before sunset. Life is pretty simple these days. Get up, eat, shower, do the dishes, pack up and head over to the next place to get set up. Pretty simple and pretty boring too. But I don’t mind being on my own so much and I checked the CS group and learned there was a party in Tampa the next night. So holding off on my surfing requests I headed off to my extremely windy next campground where I would take about an hour to make a simple meal since all the heat from my stove was blowing away.

 



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