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I didn't ride in the Jeep much when I was in Northlandia last month, so this "Roadtrip" logo will have to suffice. 


Speaking of roadtrips, it seems some of our favorites are in, or out of, the boonies.  Country roads are usually where its at for the sheer fun and unpredictability of it all.  You can go places in a car that you might not want to on a motorcycle, so our roadtrips are often in the heart of nowhere. 

And its nowhere you find things - old cemeteries, ramshackle buildings, "Deliverance-style" homesteads and the ever present wild critters.    Unfortunately these pics were taken with the iPhone and haven't the clarity of my nice camera.     



























The Wombies and I like the roadtrips into the Heart of Nowhere, but like I told Neighbor Tim on a bike ride once, "No matter where you go civilization is always just down the road a-ways or around the next curve."  Or something like that.    While riding the bikes we tend to drive toward clusters of trees we can see on the horizon.  There you'll be more likely to discover creatures in the wild, like deer and turkey.  

Down here in Kitschland there is wild country.  Scrub interior that holds just as many treasures an Northlandia.  But, sadly, getting there is problematic.  One has to commit to leaving this little dangling dick of a peninsula and that means either going North which is endless and no fun at all, or heading East and that means going through Tampa, and by God I don't do Tampa.  West is wet and that leaves South which goes through St. Pete and the Skyway bridge.  That will take you a while and you best be prepared for a three lane interstate Hell but certainly doable.  Nope.  Best bet is just wait for my next trip up North and do it right.    

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