Patrick is a big member of his local Lutheran church and so, being a Sunday morning, he needed to attend service. It was the second service I’d been to on the trip, the previous being in east Texas although that was for carols rather than a regular service.
During, and especially after the service, I got to meet a good few members of the congregation. Patrick was really excited to introduce me to everyone and with my surname tried telling people that I was 23 generations removed from Martin
I woke up knowing that my riding in Florida was nearly coming to an end. I had the option of either riding west, through the Ocala National Forest or getting a lift from Patrick. Having now ridden basically the whole of the Florida coast, I figured I’d ridden enough. My plan to head north was falling into place and I’d be getting a bit of a push to Atlanta with Patrick, from Fanning Springs, who has a daughter
Ann & John are going to be doing BikeFlorida at the end of the month and so after originally only planning on riding out with me for a couple of miles, I persuaded them that riding further was a good idea. A quick bit of research on the bus timetable showed that they could ride up with me to Titusville and then throw their bikes on a bus to get home. When they were talking the idea over, there was definitely some initial doubt, but they really
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