Our Affair with Neda

 12:53 PM June 4th, We cross the mighty and majestic Edisto River.  I-95’ed it south to Jacksonville and made the turn west, discovered we needed gas just as we entered the National forest.  I-10 goes for miles with no signs of civilization until we pop out at the outskirts of Lake City. We gassed up, made it to White Springs and the Stephen Foster Memorial State Park.  We then discovered there was no Grocery store. Dinner would be what ever we found in the cooler left over from our frantic exit from the house this morning.   had hash brown potatoes, leftover kale salad, and ginger carrots for dinner. 

We set up & popped a beer, took a short hike in the woods and there I got that feeling; I felt myself “slow down,” It was nothing spectacular, nothing earth shaking , only a pleasant feeling.  I found myself looking at a spiders web with the sunset shining trough it. I gathered fire wood and returned to camp.  Sue said that she was organizing some food stuff when she got sticky hands from the outside of the honey bottle. Normally on a campout she would let it go and develop a coating a fine dirt on her hands to relieve the stickiness, but she just went inside Neda and washed her hands in the sink with running water.  “How Bourgeois.”