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…

The “cold snap” appears to be ending. Even though it was only 45F when we woke up, and everything was wet with dew (for the first time in Florida), it felt warm enough that I never needed to put on my big wool fingerless gloves that I’ve been wearing for the last few nights and… Read more…

Rocket launches were once a Very Big Deal. In a photo album at my parents’ house, there are multiple photos my dad took of our TV, showing a live network television broadcast of the Space Shuttle Columbia lifting off (in the pre-VCR days, that’s how you “recorded” TV!) It was SpaceX’s goal to end that… Read more…

Rett didn’t roll over and ask what time it was until nearly 8am, but that was fine because that meant we weren’t making breakfast in the freezing cold, and we didn’t need to be because we’d have another tailwind to push us on the day’s ride. Ok, 44 degrees at 8am was still pretty cold,… Read more…

The lighthouse, the alligator farm, Anastasia Island State Park: all things on our list that we didn’t get to see during our week in St. Augustine, and all things we passed on our way south out of town and still didn’t stop to see. Unfortunately we’ll never be able to see everything, but in this… Read more…