Hammond Beach, FL

This is amazing. I said before this all began that I didn’t really have a point to this trip, but of course that’s a lie. The truth is the point of this trip can’t really be captured with words. Its sort of on the tip of my mind. I don’t think I’m looking for answers as much as I’m looking for the right questions to ask. Laying on the beach I feel like I’m getting closer to the questions. Hopefully I’ll figure something out before I get back to Wyoming. At my current pace I should be there by 2011.

I spent the day relaxing on the beach, drinking cheap red wine and watching skittish little crabs digging out their holes. When nighttime came I made friends with the four guys camped next to me. This was probably the most social I have been with strangers since the trip began. We drank their beer, ate hot dogs sans buns, smoked cigars and discussed all the usual topics: women, classic cars, traveling and sports.

The next morning I was up in time to watch the sun rise over the ocean. How does one describe such a thing? One doesn’t. All one can do is say its something everyone should see at least once in their life.