With another short day ahead of me, there was no rush to get on the road and so when Leslie mentioned a trip to the beach I jumped at the chance. I packed up the bike and we rolled over to meet her mum Liz and then walked to the ferry.
You could only ride the ferry if you had a monthly or annual pass and so it was for locals only. Liz knew everyone on the ferry as she took it most days. The ferry ride took only a few minutes to cross the Intracoastal and we were dropped off by a quiet beach. As
While the ride to Minneola the day before was the end of the loop, the true end of part 1 awaited me in Orlando. Since I had departed from Tampa in May, Alix, the friend who had inspired me to do this trip, had got married to Inseul and moved to Orlando. Therefore, I had to get to Orlando, a 40-50 mile ride depending on how direct I went.
A relaxing morning talking with Kathy & Seth was followed by us all getting ready to ride. While they both have individual bikes they prefer to ride their
My tent pole which while bent had previously worked, hadn’t wanted to attach when I put it up. Thankfully, there was no wind and so it not being completely structurally stable hadn’t mattered too much. I was nearly finished packing when I was startled by the noise of guns being fired. It took me a minute to realise that while it was a wildlife management area that meant people could hunt there and being around dawn that was what they were doing.
For the first time in a couple of days,
It had finally come, the last day for C & I to be riding together. The original idea had been for us to ride together as far as Phoenix, but events transpired and things happened in such a way that we ended up deciding to part in St George. That would work for me as I think I have mentioned in earlier blog posts, since San Francisco my goal has been to get to St George on the 19th. That had been one of the reasons that I found it easier to ‘cheat’.
Our final day had two routes
By the time we were up, Jean had headed out to run an errand so we didn’t get to thank her for the Dutch Baby we found waiting for us in the kitchen. It looked like a giant Yorkshire pudding, but a little thicker and lighter. It was served with homemade jams and icing sugar. We sat round and talked to Dennis who then made some French Toast to ensure we were full of delicious carbs. He gave us some hints on reading the skies and forecast the weather based on the direction of the smoke coming