I have to admit, I feel a little guilty hearing the reports of single digit temps and heaps of snow back home. Meanwhile, it’s 6:00 PM and I’m sitting outside wearing a sweater and a light jacket, listening to a chorus of peepers, their buoyant chirps echoing merrily through the heavy evening air.
If it’s any consolation to the folks back home, it has been pouring rain here for two straight days. And I’m here to tell you that there is only so much rain a tent can withstand. Things are a bit soggy over here, but all in all I can’t complain.
I’m camping in north central Florida, right near Ichetuknee Springs, which is a spring fed river with 72 degree water all year round. It’s pretty much in the middle of nowhere. The closest town is about 20 minutes away, and even then, there’s not really a whole lot there other than some sad buildings on a forlorn street. There is a LOT of farmland out here – endless fields of nearly every type of livestock – some fields with cows, some with pigs, some with horses, some with donkeys, some with goats.
The campground itself is down a dirt road (surrounded by farmland, of course), and is oddly charming in an eerie kind of way. Maybe it’s only eerie because I’m the only one camping here, other than the campground hosts. But I don’t mind. I’ve got my transistor radio and a bottle of whiskey to keep me company.
Well, I guess it’s off to bed in the soggy tent for me. Even though I may be less than thrilled about the dampness, the peepers are rejoicing in it, and that is good enough for me.
Hope you are all staying safe and warm wherever you may be!