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February 22, 2000

The following day (2-22) I rode from Sanibel Island to Ochopee.  There was just as much traffic getting off the island in the morning as there had been getting on in the afternoon yesterday.  

I rode right past my intended destination of Collier-Seminole State Park.  The actual park entrance was about five miles off the highway, and based on my previous difficulties with Florida’s State Parks, I didn’t want to ride an extra ten miles (round trip) just to find another “Campground Full” sign and a bunch of unconcerned people.  I set my course for a private campground in Ochopee instead.  The additional 22 miles to Ochopee would also help make the next day’s journey a lot easier, especially if the Chekika campground in Everglades National Park was not available.

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I got a little frustrated with the birds today.  There were flocks of large white ones along the Tamiami Canal (which parallels Route 41), but they were very camera shy.  Every time I would get close to a bunch of them, they would take off and fly further down the canal.  I finally got a couple of distant photos and saw some other nice scenery.

Just before Ochopee, I stopped in Carnestown at a convenience store and was almost immediately surrounded by little green men.  It seems that a busload of migrant farm workers had stopped outside to allow the workers to get something to eat and drink on their way home.  I don’t know what they had been harvesting, but I do know that whatever it was it had stained their shirts, pants and shoes bright green.  The sad part about all of this is that it appears the plight of the migrant worker hasn’t changed a lot since the Joad family arrived in California in the 1930s (Grapes of Wrath).

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