Trixie watches the GPS in the car, wondering when we would reach our destination.
We didn’t leave until well after 3; and Gainsville was three hours on – so no other stops for us.
Driving hard north, going on to Lake City, Florida, through downpours that almost blotted out the road, but in the black of the night we made it to the Holiday Inn – even though we went off the first exit rather than the second, because the only stop we made after being misdirected by the GPS as we wandered around on the GPS map was at a seedy gas station that was just waiting to have its first murder of the day.
All I had programmed in at that point was Lake City; I had initially put in Lakeland to avoid returning to the mess and off-course route of Tampa. And at least until the downpour, the road was all right.
Pops gives Trixie a boost to see all of the Big Badlands
The eastern entry is the official entry for good reason; the lodge and visitor’s center is there of course, but vast canyons of these slowly retreating cliffs can be viewed, perhaps the most magnificent we have seen in the park thus far. The first large forms, alas are being used as a playground yet again by poorly supervised parents and their children who think it is some sort of vast playground, left over from a sci-fi set. The second, is the initial overview, a grand spectacle from the end of a promontory that has a boardwalk too slick for Mum to dare take, so Pops and Trixie venture out to admire the view and take photos.