Subj: Woodbine,
Georgia
Date: 7/7/03 3:49:00 PM !!!First Boot!!!
From: kbwalk@mymailstation.com
I headed into Ponte Vedra Beach and stopped at a large Baptist
Church and asked if I could spend the night there. They said no due to
liability, and handed me $40 and told me to go find a cheap motel. So I
kept on moving, somewhat discouraged after finding several $100+ motels but no
cheap ones. Finally, almost out of town and with my options quickly
dwindeling, I found a motel for $50 and took it. I've stayed in a lot of
motels that were a lot better than this one, but after sleeping on a picnic
table the night before, that motel seemed like bliss. It was wonderful,
and boy did I sleep good.
The next morning I headed on north along Hwy A1A. During the
last couple days, I've been dealing with a tire that keeps going low on me, so
I'm adding more air to it every chance I had. As I was leaving town, I
pulled into an Auto Zone to buy some slime that you put inside the tire.
Peggy was so kind! She was so much fun to visit with, and gave me a can of
slime for free. One of the employees helped me put it in the tire, and I
was on my way.
I walked through Mayport and headed onto the Mayport Naval Station
to take the ferry across the St. Johns River. The ferry let me ride across
for free, and from there I headed for Huguenot Memorial Park. The
campground let me stay for free, and they gave me an oceanfront camp site.
It was great. So I pitched my tent, took a shower, and settled in.
Still dealing with my bad tire, I filled it up with air and headed
on out. By the time I got to Yulee, the tire was completely flat. I was
uptight, agitated and exasperated. I found an Ace Hardware store and
bought an innertube for $3. Right next door was an Auto Shop, and I limped
in there with the cart. They were in a good mood, and found my story quite
amusing. In ten minutes they had the new tire on, full of air, and ready
to go. While I was there, a man from the Ace Hardware store came over to
visit with me. He was probably 65ish, and was interested in my story,
because he too has epilepsy. He handed me a fifty dollar bill and I was on
my way again.
Glad that the tire fiasco was finally over, I crossed over the
Florida line and into Georgia. I had spent an entire 2 months in Florida.
In Kingsland, GA, the Chamber of Commerce had contacted the Ramada Inn, and they
said I could stay for free. While I was there, at around 4am, I woke up
with some kind of a back spasm. It felt like I had a charley horse in my
back. It hurt to sit, it hurt to stand, it hurt to breathe. I wanted
to fart, but couldn't. I wanted to puke, but couldn't. With sweat
pouing down my face I was pacing the floor. I finally decided if I was
going to die, that I didn't want to do it alone, so I got dressed and headed for
the lobby. Twice the lady handed me the phone to call 911, but I couldn't
-- because I don't have any insurance. Finally around 6:30 the pain subsided and
I crashed back into bed. Around 7:30 I was back on the road again.
As I was heading out of town I saw a chiropractors office and pulled in there.
She gave me a treatment, and then put some kind of vibrator on my back for about
30 minutes. I felt a lot better after that, and wasn't nearly as tense and
uptight as I was before. She wished me good luck on my walk, and let me
leave without paying.
From there I headed for Woodbine, and I spent the 4th of July
camping out down under the bridge at a picnic area. The police said I
could camp there, and it really was a nice place to be. Settling in for
the evening, I noticed a big family-gathering party starting up. Sure
enough, after awhile they brought me a plate heaped with food -- a hamburger,
ribs, baked beans, potato salad, macaroni salad, a piece of red white and blue
4th-of-July cake, and a can of pop. I set up my tent and settled in for
the night.
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