Green as far as the eye can see. For a desert dweller this is a completely new theme. Trees, grass, lakes and rivers are scattered about the landscape. Much to my surprise Oklahoma and Arkansas have hills. Everyone I known from the area has joked of how flat everything is. Although the view don’t change much the area is still beautiful. Traveling on back roads in the South has proven to be a near impossible task. Within the hundreds of miles driven only one dirt road could be found. Well, I should elaborate. There are tons of roads that are drive-able, but only a few that are on public land. Most are located on private property. Obtaining permission from a number of people would take a lifetime. One gentleman at a fuel stop explained, “There’s nothing really to see until you reach North Carolina.” Late Friday night I arrived in Pensacola Beach, FL. Turning away from the party scene I headed towards a campsite located on the peninsula. The gate was closed. I pulled off to take a few night pictures while I could. Off in the distance I noticed a car that seemed to be below the asphalt. Jumping back in the truck I started to leave but not before swinging by the car. A couple attempted to cross a small sand patch in their car. Needless to say they didn’t make it. I offered a hand and with my trusty yank strap I pulled them out. Good deed completed on the trip, check. After the rescue I asked about the campsite, which I’m told was washed away from a previous hurricane. Well, back on the road to a new site.