And then she had to move up to the part of the train where overnight travelers were seated. Getting aboard, the conductor asked if I had any fish with me. How do you forget you are carrying a fishing pole? I said no and he said better luck next time.
I sat in the short hop section, next to a large woman who spoke Spanish and was wrapped up in her magazine. We read and dozed and read some more.
Across the aisle was a dapperly dressed man who was on the phone, talking animatedly (translate loudly) in what I could only guess was Haitian patois. For two hours. Until he put on homemade videos of a church choir, singing joyfully, if not melodically. Without headphones. The guy could not sit still; I dubbed him Restless Phone Soul Syndrome Man. It doesn't exactly slip off the tongue but it was better entertaining myself like that rather than letting slip off the tongue what I felt like saying.
And then we were in Sebring where I was picked up and taken to the Turtle. I did pretty much everything wrong, only asking if I was all set up to go. When I got the yes, I just drove away. Check the water and other fluids? Nope. Drive, she said. And I did. Luckily, all was well.
|Rest stop in Canaan Land! I reached!|
After a shower - it's hot here! - a walk to the lake was in order. At first, seeing a clump of white birds far down by the water, I thought I finally was seeing white pelicans Exciting! It was white ibis' instead. Funny birds. Along with a blue heron and a great white. Afternoon entertainment at Lake Panasoffkee.
|Not all of them are white|
|This beauty flew in to see what was what|
|Statue still observer|
|Push? What's this mean, push?|
|Exit? What's this mean, exit?|
|Aren't I beautiful?|
|Ibis don't get disturbed easily|
|Blue comes in for a look|
|A bit of display and blue don't care|
|You go your way and I'll go mine|
|Ibis at the Bug Buffet|
|And then everyone took off (yes, my fault)|
|Except for these guys, who might still be there.|
Have a take to the treetops Tuesday. Do something testing.