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 Every little withdrawl you can make, not only resists the system, but empowers you. Yes even tiny acts like paying cash to a person rather than swiping your implant at the self checkout screen.
 
+## Leaving Florida
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+From Big Lagoon we drove eat, stopping off at Fred Gannon Roocky Bayou for a couple of days. In that time I managed to get some work done on the Jeep, and an oil change in for the bus. 
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+The bus had been starting rough for some time. One day back in Grayton it turned ugly, like someone had ppours a bag of marbles in the back of the engine. I decided it was high time I changed out the starter, which is one thing I've never touched. Chrystler starters are notoriously hard to access oon cars. I've heard of people having to pull off their exhaust headers just to get to the starter. Fortunately oours is not so bad. I was able to track down a new starter and got it installed without too much trouble. I was tightening up the bolts on the new starter when I noticed the missing teeth in the flywheel. Damn. 
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+There turned out to be two teeth missing. They aren't next to each other fortunately, but still not great. I got the broken teeth out and that turned out to be the bag of marbles sound, which is gone. For not it starts well enough, but eventually we'll likely lose more so a new flywheel is now on my list of projects.
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+One day I was out running some errands when I spied a bunch of planes outside a building not too far from the campground. It turned out to be the Airforce Armament Museum. I took the kids over the day before we left so we could check out all the planes.
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+From Fred Gannon we drove east, back to St george. Because why wouldn't you start your drive north by going south east? We needed one last week on the wilds of the island before we said goodbye.
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+It tirned out that every no see um on St George had hatched since our last visit, but thankfully they weren't bad outside of our campsite. It was too hot for campfires anyway. We split our time between the beach and the bay, depending on the wind. I've finally got to the point where I can stay on the paddleboard well enough to take it out in the coean and kinda sort surf on the little Florida waves. I had one good wave and then the second one I faceplanted and lost my nice sunglasses. At least we aren't going for a long drive any time soon.
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 ## Under The Bridge
 
 Halfway through our stay on St. George we had a little problem called Friday night. The problem was that the campground at St George was full for Friday night. One night missing in a string of twelve nights. We knew that when we came out here, but I was really hoping something would open up. It did not. That's how we came to be under the bridge in Apalachicola again.