I?d spent a rest day at Terry?s in Sebastian relaxing on the beach watching the Atlantic. It would have been a perfect time to read on my Kindle, if only it hadn?t broken. Walking out of Terry?s back door you?re on the beach in 10 seconds and it?s lovely. Amazingly I?d not really seen too many sunrises coming up over the Atlantic as I?d headed up from Key West so happily took up Terry?s offer to be woken up in time to make sure I could see
The night I’d arrived in Pompano, I’d met Noelle’s co-worker Gary. He put me in touch with a friend of his called Thomas who had also cycle toured and lived in Palm Beach. We’d been e-mailing and arranged to meet up just down the road from Mike’s place at 8am. It meant I had to get up early and Mike was a great help. While I was packing my bike, and cursing that I didn’t have a Click-Stand, he was arranging breakfast.
Since finding my Click-Stand
I’d arrived in Pompano on Tuesday and had originally thought I’d be rolling out on Thursday. Having enjoyed my time there and with Noelle’s kindness, I stayed until Sunday, but then it was time to go. It was lovely relaxing, playing scrabble and going for a ride down the intracoastal with Tom, but the semblance of a plan had formed during my time and I’d got a new mirror so it was time to roll.
I?d been in touch with Patrick
I awoke to find Ray out of the house and Denise busy working the phones trying her best to help find Margo, her son?s dog that had gone missing. She was calling vets, animal shelters and anyone else in the Jacksonville area who might be able to help locate Margo. It reminded me of when I was a kid and Blacky the rabbit, my only pet, ran off and we tried all we could to find her. Unfortunately, we weren?t able to find her as she probably disappeared to the woods right next to our house
I’d had a few rest days in Miami with my host Mitch and his housemate Adam. It had been lovely and relaxing, aided by Biscayne Bay being 10 yards from their back door. I’d seen dolphins and manatees while I sat on their lounger reading Bill Bryson’s A Walk in the Woods, a book that C was reading at the start of the trip. After reading his description of bears, I now know where her insistence on carrying bear spray came from!
The ride up to Fort Lauderdale saw me riding along A1A