I kind of had a good post I wanted to write. But I’m actually just really tired right now and am not really feeling it. So I’m not even throwing any photos up with this post. Why tired? I spent all of Wednesday getting rid of stuff, Moving stuff around. Shuffling stuff. I was left with a mattress last night so I spent one last night in my place. I’m in a hotel tonight, typing this as I lay on the bed.

And I’m at the Rodeway Inn on 73rd on the beach. This is the same place I stayed when I first arrived in Miami. I thought it a fitting way to end, right where I began. Only, there’s a vinyl banner out front announcing that it’s apparently now the “Hawaii Hotel.” Yeah. That makes sense.

I didn’t expect much coming here, the place is somewhat of a dive, the rooms barely bigger than the last cardboard box I threw out today. However, I really wasn’t expecting to find a roach swimming about when I broke the piece of paper (that read “For your protection”) covering the toilet seat lid, Disgusting. If this is what Hawaii is like, I never want to go. Of course, I’m sure it is just like this because why else would they name a hotel the Hawaii Hotel?

I’ll feel better in a campsite than I will here, which brings me to item number two. I’m riding out Tamiami Trail tomorrow to land myself at Collier-Seminole State Park outside of Naples. That’s the plan. Yes, it’s true. I have a plan. Well, I have a plan to get to Collier-Seminole State Park. After that, not sure. Although, I’m thinking 41 looks pretty good for heading up the western coast of Florida. Might be doing some more planning soon. But I want to be there by sunset and maybe ride out to Marco Island to watch that.

Which brings me to item number three: me riding anywhere on that scooter. This is going to be a taxing trip. I anticipated that it would be physically exhausting, simply from the fact that your body goes numb from the constant vibration and sitting in one position for so long. However, I’ve added the extra luxury of carrying a full hiking back-pack ON my back. I’ll tell you either tomorrow night or Saturday morning which items are being left behind because I’ve certainly over-packed and some items aren’t going to make the cut. Odd that pretty much all of my earthly possessions are with me and I still want to get rid of some.

I’ll also take some photos tomorrow of my hog and how I’ve packed it so you can see what’s doin’ in Scott’s world. Because it’s important, I know. Basically, I have: one large backpack, one small bag, one underseat compartment filled with stuff, and a 2-gallon can of gas and a liter of oil netted down in the back. I need to wedge something between the bottom of the backpack and the seat so that I can reduce the weight pulling down on my shoulders and lessen the burden of travel. I’m anxious to go now.

Which brings me to item number four: someone asked me the other night, “don’t you ever get lonely?” Why yes, yes I do. Yes, I do. Yes. I. Do. And I can’t stand it.

…when she passes, each one she passes goes ‘Aaaahhh’”…

Thankfully, I planned a long trip to nowhere in which I’ll be alone for days upon days upon days on end. Clarity, Scott. Clarity.

In the morning, I wrap up the last of things here. I’ll be in South Beach the bulk of the morning and will be leaving from there around midday tomorrow.

Scott’s roadtrip across America is proudly sponsored by Miami Tour Company. For info on the best tours in Miami, visit MiamiTourCompany.com.