pocahontas & b go to the beach
Day 1
We arrived at the campsite at about 1am. By the light of headlights that routinely (and always inconveniently) shut off, we established our home for the next three days: an olive green, six-person tent that would be stuffed with blankets, clothing, sandy flip-flops, liquor that wouldn’t be drank, and two uncomfortably sweaty bodies. The ground had some give to it, but it mostly felt like a cemented mixture of sand and clay. Just out of reach of the headlights’ glow, there was a tree line with a reassuring sign posted in front of it: Please do not feed the alligators.
