Thursday’s road trip included the exploration of two haunted bridges in North Florida (one of which I never found), lunch at my alma mater, running fearfully through 3-4 miles of woods alone, an encounter with Florida’s tallest waterfall, and now an obnoxiously loud hotel on the beach in Panama City. Can’t say it’s been a peaceful day, but it certainly has been an adventure. I happened to stumble across the skull below while, ahem, running through those woods alone (a la Blair Witch-ish).
