I'm staying at this state park called Jonathan Dixon - a real proper name, I got there and the man said he was 'full up', and I'd have to sauntering on. But, sauntering on to where? I did not know, the next 200 km are Miami and surrounding areas, no official camp sites and probably few opportunities for stealth camping - plus it was getting late and I was tried. I asked again and he turn from a sour park ranger to a pretty friendly guy, you said he'd put me on an emergency site, said he had done some tripping and touring. There seemed like a lot of available sites when I got settled and took a look around. Primarily a RV park again.
It is gusty, and all my stuff keeps blowing away. It's more than a little frustrating to take out a shirt or a map and have it blow away into the dark. There is ecological burning going in the park, so there is a hazing of smoke and grit that the wind whips-up. I have to set up my hammock on the ground, as there aren't any good trees for it.
In addition to the natural beauty, there are some outsized-oversized industrial sites on the road; like this nuclear power plant.
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