March 2010
13 posts
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Day 130
Travis braves the chilly waters of Fort Myers, Florida to crush it at a wakeboard cable park.
February 2010
12 posts
Debunked. Part Deux
Day 127
Of course we won’t leave you hanging. We know you came back to find out how many people get naked in Key West. Patience! We’ll get there.
Onward, to the myth debunking department.
Myth 5: Key West is its own country
Many a battle has been fought in the name of independence, but none so heart-warming and odd as the story of the Conch Republic, otherwise known as Key West....
Debunked
Day 124
We have seen and conch-ered Key West. We’re another year older, although sans cake, presents, or family & friends, it really doesn’t feel that way. In preparation of getting older, we let the malaise of Key West run our bodies amok with food, drink, and late nights.
Key West is a maze of tourists, rough coral sand, Bourbon Street style pubs and nudie bars. It’s...
Mythbusting in Key West
Day 119
We’ve only been here in darling Key West for just over a day. People say a lot of things about Key West. It’s our job to prove whether they’re true or not.
Because we have a full week here, we’ll have to revisit some of our findings. One can’t judge a place after being there for just a day or two (see Miami, Daytona, Tallahassee, Houston, Phoenix…).
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WatchDay 117
Sewage Disaster #2 (via Vimeo)
My Key Lime Poem
Day 116
It occurred to me that I have not yet written you a poem. Surely you would like the sweet incantation of the written word to play daintily in your ear holes.
Ahem…
Key Lime
The key to a key lime surprise is Not surprisingly: keys, jingling in the pockets of men Surly bellies and wide moustaches ordering Around cellulite wives in Pennekamp Park
The key to the surprise is lime...
Miami Vices
Day 114
Granted we only spent two days in the heart of Miami, but it was enough to marinate us in its natural vices. “It’s hot,” the stylist who cut my hair responded when asked why settle in Miami, but it’s not a place to call home or to peg down the RV. That’s the bottom line (and right now, not even that ‘hot’ statement is accurate).
Rather than...
Peas in a Pod
Day 111
We are sitting inside within a hostel environment in Hollywood, Florida. To prevent a boondocking overload, we booked three nights at the Hollywood Beach Hotel and Hostel thinking we would just waltz out onto the beach and take in some well deserved sun. Just as we let down our guard, a grimacing cold air mass descended upon us, and as in the days of the plague, we all ran helter...
WatchRachel finds a coconut (via Vimeo)
Road Rage in Fort Lauderdale
Day 108
Just so you don’t think it’s all wine and roses on the road, consider this: we manage to spend entire days driving from parking lot to parking lot all over metropolitan cities such as Fort Lauderdale, only to be turned away by insidious “No RV parking” signs. Walter is big, uncoordinated, and as good looking as he is, he sucks at elocution.
Today was one of...
Those Cool Kids We Call Friends
Day 105
Photo By Kelly Sue, Flickr
Met a girl today. She just might have a better story than we do! For serious. This girl goes by the name of Kelly. She’s a friend of the nGenWorks crew and we met up by chance with the intention of swapping travel stories. Well, now I don’t even think I want to talk about this girl, because frankly, her travel stories outshine ours, and all four...
Taking a Turn?
Day 106
I’m not sure, but I’m hoping we’re taking a turn. A good one. Mostly weather related. But in general, more sun equals more happiness. After all, this is the sunshine state.
Today you could run outside nude and drink in the rain like it was bathtub water. Not that we did, mind you. But there is a nudist colony about 40 miles from here: Sunsport Gardens Nudist Club, so...
The Peanut Gallery
Day 102
We have run into some pretty notable people while on our journey. The funny thing is, no matter where we set down our weather beaten RV, the people are exactly the same. Even funnier, as friendly as most people are, they keep to themselves. Sometimes we can’t even peg the individual, we just have to peg the vehicle and its oddball quirks. We feel it not only important, but...