Keyless

I have left the Keys. Even if it ended today, I feel like I've accomplished something.

I liked it here a lot. Other than the expense. Hiking is not the way to see the Keys; I would recommend doing it by boat. Maybe when this is all over I'll sell my house and buy one. Oh, and one other complaint: everywhere you go there's a guy with a guitar who can't sing doing Jimmy Buffet songs, plus Tequila Sunrise and Southern Cross. Here's the real version of that last, to wash the taste from my mouth and as an appropriate homage to the place.

My last stop in the Keys was Pelican Cay Harbor, where a very kind lady named Suzanne made space for me even though they were full, not to mention offering me beer and conversation. Suzanne has led quite a life herself: she got lost at sea once off Hawaii and was on (not near, ON) Mt. St. Helen when it erupted. I may have finally met someone with luck worse than mine.

Suzanne

Camp. Because he, you know, lives in a camp