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…

At the end of yesterday’s miles of emptiness, it was a surprise to see a couple of cyclists riding the other way. Then at the country bar, a couple of muscled and sweaty college guys showed up on their hybrid bikes. This sudden appearance of our two-wheeled brethren was likely facilitated by a trail that… Read more…