Remembering stories my relatives told years ago here: Dirt paths and overgrown bush, no stop lights, not so many people, fewer jeeps and no SUV’s. For a turtle trying to get by (and around), that was helpful. On really humid days, far from the madding crowd, my uncles would stop under a Bay tree just to inhale. This became a way of life. For them, hammocks were not an option. But so many continentals began stringing up hammocks, these contraptions certainly became a point of envy to many of us turtles.