We’re still walking along dense forests, there are clear water streams and ponds near our path. Sometimes we only realize how special these places are when we post the photos on our flickr account. Sometimes I could cry for not having enough time to take a fifteen-mile roundabout to visit an enchanted place... They say these are excellent swimming sites, and scuba-divers can have a lot of fun discovering underwater caves. One of these places is High Springs.
But we’re pleased that people make it up for these misses. Many of them offer help, or just show interest to know more about us. For example there was the Becher family; they invited us to their family picnic, and supported us by sharing their food and company, and even helped us out with a few bucks as well. Thank you!
Or there was Tod. We camped near his house in High Springs and met him before along the road. (You know it’s quite hard to actually meet people even in inhabited areas in the U.S. Even the towns look totally deserted, you don’t really see people on the streets. Cars, yes, there are cars, but a few times we had trouble asking for directions since we found no one to ask. Near gas stations and stores, there’s a higher chance. :) So, Tod invited us to have a chat with them, he makes good cocktails and loves powerful cars. He even gave my brother a burnout ride on his 5.7 Chevy. Good guys, thanks for the Cohiba cigars.
We found today’s cultural reference when crossing the Suwanee river to Dixie County. “Immortalized by Stephen Foster”: even though the musical notes provided a hint, we had to wait until we reached the first internet access point to actually listen to the song titled Old Folks at Home. And I guess the most authentic way to play the song is on banjo or harmonica.
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