Okay, I suppose Florida is not so bad. I found a perfect spot to sleep in last night, well down the strip from the partiers in Daytona. I backed Tach up into a spot at a beachside motel, and left the curtain up to watch the moon rise over the water before I fell asleep. In the morning I was woken up by the sun rising in just the same spot.
I've been cruising for the last few hours and haven't seen anything that really pulled me. Zipped by the Kennedy Space Center (where Bush is supposed to be today), not in the mood to spend too much money to stand in a Republican throng of people. I haven't seen any particularly seedy sights that needed to be photographed; in fact, the only thing I've taken a picture of at all is a sign that said "Two plus Two equals Sex".
The afternoon might find me in the Keys, at the rate I am going. I'm trying to remember if any of my hook-ups gave me good tips for Miami, or if I should just skate on through. We'll see.