Living the Impossible Dream?

As I drove away from Ocala this morning, the radio was playing "The Impossible Dream" from Man of La Mancha.  I'm here to tell you that dreams are possible, because I'm living mine today. Don't ever let anyone tell you your dreams are not possible. At least, like Don Quixote, don't give up the quest. "With men this is impossible, but with God all things are possible." (Matthew 19:26)

I drove the Interstates today, and those who know me know that's something I rarely do. But traffic was light, the skies were blue, and wildflowers were strewn along the roadside.

My destination was Three Rivers State Park in the Florida Panhandle. The park is so named for it's location where the Flint and Chatahoochee Rivers combine to form Lake Seminole, and below the dam, the Apalachicola River flows south to the Gulf of Mexico.

Entry road was newly paved. The camp host says I'm lucky I never came before it was done. Guess it was pretty bad.

Living the dream...Bandit in his screen room, Roe on his tie out. Time to rest from the long drive.

Tomorrow there are trails to hike and geocaches (3) to look for. (Notice I didn't say find)

And waters to kayak.

And lots of birds to identify. This one, I think is a barn swallow, and they may be nesting under the fishing pier.

Roe says he's rested long enough. Time for a hike.