Treking deep through the hell that is Sarasota, FL, our intrepid explorers came across a native totem with a forboding warning.
Not to be deterred, our adventurers forge onward, under the shadow of great native temples.
The deep jungle crushed in from all sides, hiding what lay ahead.
Suddenly, a clearing appears. Is our destination finally found?
Indeed, the mythical white powdered sand beaches exist. Although many cokefiends mistake such a field for other substances, and die a horrible death, worshippers of the sun and surf find mystery and substance on levels mortals rarely tread.
As the sun sets, one realizes how much living in Florida must be a challenge to it's stalwart patrons, and that live is a harsh, cruel mistress that offers no rewards.
Not to be deterred, our adventurers forge onward, under the shadow of great native temples.
The deep jungle crushed in from all sides, hiding what lay ahead.
Suddenly, a clearing appears. Is our destination finally found?
Indeed, the mythical white powdered sand beaches exist. Although many cokefiends mistake such a field for other substances, and die a horrible death, worshippers of the sun and surf find mystery and substance on levels mortals rarely tread.
As the sun sets, one realizes how much living in Florida must be a challenge to it's stalwart patrons, and that live is a harsh, cruel mistress that offers no rewards.