August 10.
This has to be one of the prettiest rides ever–most of the day the ocean was just behind either the dunes or the mansions along the road, and every once in a while we would catch a glimpse of it. And then–there it would be–in clear view for long stretches at a time. We were on Florida A1A. It was an 81 mile day and I think I made it all the way to the destination by bicycle, but I may not have. There was one day in here when I got over-heated and had to stop early and it may have been this day. Still, it was beautiful. I think we also had a tail wind for a good part of the day.
One thing that has come home to me as I traveled, and also as I compile my photos to post, is how much things change as we travel along through the day. I think about the times when I have driven 400 or 500 miles in a day along the interstate and thought that the landscape was “boring.” Such an idea seems ridiculous after this trip.
