Trying to breathe the air is like inhaling through a wet sponge. You can feel the air part as your body slices through the humidity. Think of it as Florida's version of waterboarding.
So, instead I will post some photos from our last stay and the journey to Okeechobee.
While at the previous campground we had a regular visitor, a feral black cat that I named Charlie for the week we were there. You can tell he's feral by the telltale notching of one ear, letting people know he's already been neutered and released back into the wild. Yes, I named him and took over his food and water requirements during our stay...it's what crazy cat people do.
One of our other visitors were the sandhill cranes that enjoyed walking through the park.
On our drive south we were stuck behind this bimbo.
I wasn't sure what to expect when I saw that our exit was for Yeehaw Junction. I had visions of landing somewhere like the set of Hee Haw.
The park here is beautiful and as soon as I can brave the elements, there will be photos.
Long Live the Hot and Sweaty Queen