Miami, 2

We drove down to South Beach just to see it. That was enough. Best club name: "Lord Balfour." It looked like every other club there, though. $15 for parking, so we didn't even stop - just turned around and crawled (congestion and idiots dashing into the street, sigh) back the other way. If tourism ever collapsed here, the city would have nothing, it is a boneless blob of places to live and places to spend your money and places to work as a waitress.

Everglades today. Rain all day. Beautiful, of course. And now the rain has pulled all the heat and misery out of the air.

Tomorrow we head to Key West to camp and snorkel and poke at Hemingway's old house. Storms predicted. The idea of being, in some ways, in the middle of the ocean connected only by a thin strip of causeway...I predict moments of agoraphobia. It's exciting.

I'll have to put up photos when I get back.