Meet Joe. He is an admitted alcoholic. Apparently he has been one for most of his life.
Joe is the “Camp Host” at Wood Lake Hunt Camp at Sopchoppy Florida. Wood Lake is a small primitive hunting camp in the forest outside of Sopchoppy. It’s a no frills place with a couple vault toilets and a spigot for fresh water.
It wasn’t but a couple minutes after my arrival that Joe introduced himself, mentioned that he liks his beer and asked me if I had a couple bucks to spare as he was getting ready to go into town for some beer. Over the course of my stay, Joe asked for both money and liquor. Joe also liked to talk. He said he was from Ireland, served in the U.S. Army, has owned numerous motorcycles and had lived in numerous towns.
Joe lives in an antique aluminum travel trailer, has a broken down 1985 Chevy van and rides a 1981 650cc Yamaha with an expired tag. once a month when his check hits the bank, he is walking in tall cotton. The rest of the month, He scrapes by on the kindness of others.
All in all, Joe is a harmless old guy with a lot of stories and a penchant for alcohol.
You who are on the road
Must have a code that you can live by
And so become yourself . . .
Crosby Stills and Nash.
While on the road recently, I decided to drop off the radar and camp at a North Florida hunting camp with only 6 spots to camp in. It was a no frills place with one fresh water spigot and a vault toilet. I wanted to drag my feet for a couple days and what better place than in the middle of nowhere?
There I met a fellow. He was a bit down on his luck but by no means was down and out! Gothimo Britt Moore is his name. He is a cancer survivor! Apparently he was a pro wrestler at one point. Today he is chasing from music venues to music venue and video recording performances for whatever purpose. He left Colorado in November heading for Key West. He was riding a Harley Sportster and apparently left town in a blizzard. Been there, done that! Somewhere in Oklahoma he acquired a small trailer he could tow behind his bike which made things a bit easier as he could carry a tent and such. He made it to the panhandle and his bike was spitting out oil as fast as he could pour it in. He made it as far as Sopchoppy Florida which is where I met him. He had been living in a tent for about 3 weeks while some “motorcycle shop” diagnosed his problem. Finally, it was determined that it was a rocker box gasket and the shop ordered parts to repair it. Uh . . . . The parts didn’t arrive and finally Britt collected his oil spewing scooter and headed to Tallahassee. Britt is a pretty sharp guy who has been around the block. I enjoyed getting to know him.
Cheers Britt. I hope your ride is long and enjoyable. Ride safe!