It was 40℉ when we woke up, and probably had dipped as low as 37, so we have clearly escaped our 72℉ mornings of the Florida Keys. I took a morning stroll around the campground (at least three of the sites at the fully-booked campground appeared to be unoccupied), and was transported to a different… Read more…

Our first ride of 2025 had us continuing our northward turn that we’d started just before the holidays. The December winds that had largely pushed us on our way south had not magically turned around for us in January, so we were facing into them whether we turned north or east. They weren’t too strong,… Read more…

My thermometer read 48℉ at 9:30pm last night, and bottomed out at 42℉ when we got out of the tent at 7:30am. So quite a difference from five days ago when the heat of the Florida Keys (overnight lows 30 degrees warmer!) chased us out of a campground and into an air-conditioned motel room. Last… Read more…

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,… Read more…

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… Read more…

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… Read more…