Ponce de Leon

Driving through Central Florida makes me think of Spanish explorers, hacking their way through the Everglades with a sword, not knowing if it was ten miles or three hundred miles across. I won't even go across town in my air conditioned car without my GPS enabled phone, half a vanfull of gear, and a very good idea of where I'm going and when I'll be home. I do not have the guts to hike through swamps battling alligators, heat stroke, insects, exotic diseases, and everything else that they must have endured. I'm glad I was born when I was, I'm not sure I would have survived an earlier era.