We arrived at Lake Como Family Nudist Resort and Community and whatever else last week, and we’d forgotten what a noisy place it is.
Not that the resort is particularly noisy although the Butt Hutt is cookin’ along tonight; the entire area is really noisy.
We’ve been at the Grove out standing in our field, then we went to Carrabelle where the wind blew, then to Ochlokonee Bay where the wind didn’t blow, then to Sopchoppy where nothing blew or even moved, then down to Keaton Beach where the water at least sloshed. And now we’re in Land O’Lakes where there are screaming growling birds of the sky going in to TPA and CSX is still doing their best to warn against crossings. And fuckwads on motorcycles are peeling out to draw as much attention as they can while riceburner tuners make ’em sorta whine.
The sound of civilization I guess. I want my field back.