Author: neil

Today felt a bit like a Groundhog Day repeat of yesterday. Continue northwest on US-41, cross a bridge early-on over a big river/bay (the Peace River this time, separating Punta Gorda from Port Charlotte), and then more US-41. The difference was that once we were across the bridge, US-41 has a much more-reasonable bike lane,…

Yesterday’s late-in-the-day ferry led to a late night which led to a late morning which led to a late departure. Which we’d planned around, by choosing to do a shorter ride today and a longer one tomorrow. What we didn’t plan for was the tremendous breakfast that Stephen and Mary cooked up for us. Bacon…

After 35 hours enclosed in our air-conditioned room, Rett was dreading a return to the heat and humidity, but opening the door revealed a different world than the one we had escaped. It was certainly still warm, but a layer of fog had enveloped the Keys, an unexpected development that we didn’t even know was…

While it never got “cool” overnight (our sleeping bag remained packed), the temperature eventually eased enough for us to get some sleep, and thankfully our bikes suffered no further animal attacks. Though our neighbors a couple sites over (the only other people camping in the park) had a bag of their rolls stolen by rats.…

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…