Yesterday afternoon’s minor sprinkles turned into regularly-passing showers overnight, which along with Rett’s cold and general restlessness, prevented her from getting much sleep at all. I emerged shortly after the last shower to find the campsite well-wetted, and the no-see-ums more-active in the damp dawn than they had been yesterday. Rett stayed inside the tent… Read more…

We’d been running the air conditioning all day and night of our three night motel stay (and our four nights near Miami), and our emergence back onto the road proved why that had been necessary. The fresh northeast winds that made us skip a day trip to the Everglades a couple days ago were still… Read more…

Even though we’d traversed more than 70 miles of the Miami metropolitan area on our way in to Opa-locka (via a combination of bike and train), we still hadn’t reached the city of Miami that forms its core. I’d had an idea to use a brewery visit to route us back to the waterfront and… Read more…

The sun began hitting the tent with full strength before we got out, but rather than it being a “good, let it warm things up a bit” moment like it would have been a few days ago, it was “we gotta get out, it’s going to start getting really hot in here soon!” Outside, it… Read more…

We had a choice this morning: ride 15 miles down US-1, with its shoulder and heavy traffic, or 17 miles down Indian River Drive, narrow but with hopefully little traffic (a 3rd option would be to do the same stretch out on the barrier island, but the cost of backtracking a couple miles from our… Read more…

We emerged from the tent to find that we suffered no losses overnight in our war with the raccoons. While I certainly awoke to plenty of noises throughout the night, my “alarms” of carefully-arranged dried palm fronds never went off, and our bikes appeared untouched. Were we unnecessarily agitated by their repeated feints last night?… Read more…