I had to dash across six lanes of semi-highway over the last couple days to go to the Publix grocery store, so I wasn’t looking forward to riding out on that same road. There is no shoulder/bike-lane, but there is something I haven’t quite seen before: sharrows, painted tight up against the white line (rather… Read more…

Florida State Parks gave us a nice sendoff, presenting an almost-completely-dry tent to us in the morning, and a thermometer reading of 66℉! We slept the whole night with our rainfly doors partly opened, something I don’t think we’ve been able to do any time over the last six months (we certainly had warmer nights… Read more…

The guy next to us was (unusually) in a backpacking tent, and as we all turned in, he launched into some comically-loud snoring. Rett was immediately frustrated, while I was pleased to learn that my own snoring (which also frustrates her) isn’t nearly that loud. Either way, once Rett fell asleep (well after me), I… Read more…

Rett woke up in the middle of the night with stomach pain so sharp that she couldn’t even roll over onto her back. I brought her some Gas-X, and along with time, the shackles released themselves and luckily there were no significant lasting effects by morning. Except that I let her sleep in as long… Read more…

We continued west along the Gulf Coast on US-98, and six miles in when it cut overland, Rett voted to branch off onto the minor road that continued to hug the coast, a rare vote because it added four miles to our day. US-98 wasn’t some bike-touring dream, but it was fine, so I took… Read more…

As expected, it felt a shame to leave the State Park campground, with morning on the Ochlockonee River just as still and peaceful as the evening had been. Well, the squirrels were neither still nor peaceful; they were twice as frantic and feinting as they were yesterday afternoon, though we didn’t need to take up… Read more…