RV Cemetery

Okeechobee is a prisoner to the US Army Corp of Engineers and the expanse of water is encircled by a 40-foot dike. The lake is never visible from the road. To see the inland sea you have to climb the earthen works.

Nature harnessed for the business and pleasure of Man.

Despite this barrier Okeechobee attracts RV tourists from around America, although judging from the number of rusting RVs and dilapidated house trailers in the RV parks, this town on US 441 and 98 is the final resting place for these houses on wheels.

"They come in all gleaming."

The lady bartender at the Gator Hole had seen hundreds of RVs pull into the campsites. "The people think this ain't so bad. fishing, boating, cheap beer. They die. The RVs are possessed by the RV camps. No one wants them. They rust into the ground."

Remember man dust to rust for RVs and all things metal except in outer space.

RIP for all them RVs

2008 Peter Nolan Smith

I saw on in a parking lot for $9000.

I wish I could have transported it to Thailand.

Instant house for 270,000 baht.

Gator Hole Bar Okefenokee Florida

Okeechobee is a captive lake. Its water level has dropped drastically in the preceding years of drought.

"In 1970 something a flood filled the roof." The beehived bartender of the Gator Hole said through an exhale of smoke. have fallen lightly in the past years. "Day like this 4 years ago have all sorts of boats tied up to the docks."

She looked out through the screens to the boat ramp. Vegetation covered the inlet's surface. Dragonflies buzzed through the air. The water was about 5 feet short of full.

"Pretty low." I drank my Corona. It was cold.

"Before the rainy season there was no water. Only mud. Gators liked it." She pointed out two baby 'gators hiding under the dock. Their snouts were the size of size 42 boots.

Leslie and here son were playing pool. Their mother-child rivalry was transferred from words to the table. Leslie was better and her son put Jimi Hendrick on the jukebox.

"I haven't seen a juke box in years." I couldn't recall ever running into one in Thailand.

"You want another beer?" She waved the cigarette on my face. It was a menthol.

"Sure." Leslie was paying.

I got a handful of quarters and played the best of GRAND FUNK RAILROAD.

"I'm your captain oh yeah."

I loved the Gator Hole Bar.