For me, far more scary is in Florida they have cockroaches (palmetto bugs?) that don't run away from the light. Aaaahhhhhh! Although when I visit my aunt down there I've never seen one.
But, uh, is this the American Spirit? The spirit that forged westward no matter what was out there? I think not.
On a related note, years ago I got the book "From Alice to Ocean", that chronicles the journey of a young woman from Alice, Australia to the ocean. She traveled by horse, camped out, and made it. Great pictures. If she can do it, I bet you and I could, too.
Seriously, if I ever get the chance, I will go. Like Blanche Dubois, I have always depended on the kindness of strangers:)
"Depended" as in took it for granted that it would be there,not "depended" as in was in need of it.