We've moved from Bahia Honda in the Keys up the coast to Melbourne and the Sebastian Inlet. This is one of the premier treasure-hunting beaches in Florida. A fleet of Spanish galleons stuffed with looted Indian gold sank in a hurricane in 1715 and the gold and silver have been washing up here ever since.
We took the Turnpike and used a new Sunpass transponder for the first time. I know that the more civilized readers will scoff at the idea of my wonderment with the thing, but in Augusta we don't even have toll roads. The transponder is suctioned to the windshield of the RV and instead of stopping to pay the tolls, I've set aside money from a credit card, and we just roar through the special lanes at the toll booth at full speed. The transponder gives a satisfied long beep and I know that not only did I pay the toll, but also got a discount. The savings in gas alone makes it worthwhile, the time savings are just gravy.
My legs look like shredded toilet paper. The burned skin is sloughing off in inch-long sheets. It's creepy and ugly, but doesn't hurt. I'll be very careful to never repeat this particular recto-cranial inversion again.
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