OffBeat Pathfinder Basecamp

Found myself in a Harris village hall for a ceilidh, and let’s just say my dancing made headlines—at least among the sheep. Locals put me to shame, but the food, music, and hospitality were unbeatable. Tip: never say no to a second helping of bannocks.

Ybor City at 2am: chickens are winning the city. Danced with a dude in a Lightning jersey who called himself “The Human Margarita.” Missed my flight, found a dive bar. Tampa wins.

Y’all, is the psychic the one with the cats or the parrots? Also, can confirm: if you eat the giant cinnamon roll before hiking the River to River Trail, your soul might leave your body for a while.