20 Feb
As one approaches Ft. Lauderdale the beauty of A1A is replaced by the
concrete towers on beach side and old faded pastel homes of an earlier
generation of Floridians across the road. Traffic lights replace the
serenity.
Just as I start to think about the original plan of going to Ft. Lauderdate
and then heading West (so as to see the interior) to Ft. Meyers I see that
the airport is within stiking distance. Soon I have a one day rental for
the ride.
Imagine nothing, in the budhist sense, and then add a four lane road with
wide bike shoulders running thru the nothingness. Needs some shrub grass on
the sides. A few truck crossings, for no imaginable reason as there is
nothing except the dirt being moved back and forth like Sysaphis. Continue
this north for 50 miles to South Bay and then West to Clewiston and this is
what I missed biking. The Adventure Cycling route is this scenic rt.
27/80. Not even a tree for 60 plus miles! Clearly I made a better choice
with four wheels.
The lake, pictured, is the reason Clewiston was inserted in the interupted
nothingness of what is now (drought and farm used water resource) vitually a
swamp). Nice birds – they seem to like the swamp.
The rest of the car ride was a similar emptiness. Given the isolation and
the talk radio (Obama recession, Tarp is Obama failure, Obama essentially
caused the 6000 point drop in the Dow? Etc.) It is clear why these rural
communities are anti-government and taxes. Nothing but parasitic govern'mt
in it for them.
Got the last room at a La Quinta Inn. Business good. Sold out for tomorrow
night. Said they dropped their rates but it sure did not seem that way to
me.
Mel's Diner next door. Looks good. 20 minute wait. Place holds 100 plus
people. They have a sign posted -Now Hiring Several Positions.
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