It was a momentary lull in this never ending journey of campsites, parties, changing scenery, sights, people, adventure, and strange circumstance. A time of good friends, tranquility, and easy living. And so, to my delight, did the wintertime adventures of Eden (at the southern tip of Florida) and the bond that had formed between Steve, Tom, and myself continue…
None who lived within the two houses at Eden had jobs at this time and mornings were spent at the coffee pot and breakfast table. Sometimes we chattered on into the afternoon. But a home and property do require chores and it was Tom who helped Steve empty the green swimming pool that I’d deemed “mosquito swamp”. Keep reading!
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