Meant to post these earlier…
Small town east of Marianna, Florida.
Stained glass window is from the home behind the white picket fence.
Brewton Pit Stop
Welcome to Brewton, AL
Time for a “bike rest.”
Made a friend in Crestview AL
Kaylie, and me – in Crestview, AL
Got an email from Kaylie. She blogged about meeting me.
You can read it HERE.
Got an email from Kaylie. She blogged about meeting me.
You can read it HERE.
Welcome to Alabama….
71 miles down, 12 to go…..
Florida is now behind me
Yes, in fact, a Bear DOES play banjo
“Bear”
Ran into “Bear” on the street in Crestview. He was playing banjo on Main Street in the downtown.
Letters from the Road…
Lisa: OMG, you are still hilarious and put your adventures in such away I feel like I am really missing out.
.......but do you actually have a Blackberry?
Me: Yes, I'm being careful.
Lisa: The girls with no cable has a Blackberry?
Water, cash and a walking stick. Meet Brian.
Brian
Outside Chiefland, FL, Brian was walking, barefoot, in the weeds alongside the road.
Hailing from Massachusetts, Brian carried a simple backpack and a hockey stick for protection. “Got any water?” he asked. I pulled over and filled his 16-ounce Gatorade bottle. Brian was searching for the meaning of life. He was 20-something and talked like he was rich with $200 in aide he received from “Obama.”
In Chiefland there is no beer – sing along with me
The second day in Florida I managed a 103-mile ride from Leesburg to Chiefland. While I like to balance my exercise with cookies and frosting, I normally bribe myself with a beer if I can tackle a century.
It was a challenging ride. Pulling into town I got a flat tire, my water had run out and I struggled to find a place to stay. Eventually settling on a mom-and-pop hotel, I went to Winn-Dixie for dinner and a beer, then found out Chiefland is a dry community, on Sunday’s only. What are the chances?
DeFuniak Springs, Florida – Comfort Zone
My most favorite community so far.
Fabulous historic district in DeFuniak Springs, FL.
Fabulous historic district in DeFuniak Springs, FL.
62 miles
Another church has reached out and I’m staying at World Evangelical Outreach. A man named Charles Davis hailed me over on the street. Davis is an older black man with a silver tooth up front. “Would you be so kind as to let me buy you a Coca Cola?” We went to the hometown grocery and sat on a bench inside the store.
What a great end to the day.