Vanishing Point

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Home, in every sense of the word

Posted by Eric T. on July 27, 2010 at 1:32 AM

I got home about 3 weeks ago, to a brisk evening full of delayed Frontier airlines flights. That first breath of fresh air told me I was home, I was back in the mountains.


How to sum up 3 months in Florida? I really have a hard time doing it. It's hard to explain that no. really, my time down there was valuable. I learned more about boats than I could have dreamed, and got to live among some truly gritty people for a time. I liked that. But did I have fun? Well, I wouldn't necessarily call it fun. Good times aren't always fun, but they can still have a certain magic to them. I think what it really comes down to is that Florida and I just don't get along as well as we could. I could learn to enjoy the humidity and twisted people more, and Florida could... well, it'll just keep on doing what it's been doing for thousands of years; make people sweat profusely.


Enough about that. I'm glad I went, and I'm glad I'm back.


Since I've been back I've been hosting a ton of couchsurfers. I'm glad I'm getting a chance to host since I've surfed quite a bit. Meeting tons of cool people. I think I'm getting more responses because of a less cryptic couch description and having added promises of adventure and interesting things. I might have to tone it down.


I've been working a bit, and trying to get over a mysterious illness that befell me several days after getting back. I also sewed up a framebag for the rockhopper and went on an overnight in the mountains(!). I also welded two old bikes together and made a tandem. Both projects were semi-recorded and will show up on the blog soon.

Categories: Thoughts/musings, Travels

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