What a day this was going to be. All the weather channels indicated great weather. We knew it would be long with the ferry ride followed by 85 miles on the flats. Gee, I thought, it's on the on the coast of Alabama and Florida, what else could it be. The ferry ride was less than an hour and relaxing.
We had a clear view of the gas rigs out in the gulf. This is the biggest gas field in North America, exceeding even Colorado and Wyoming. If you must work on a gas rig, the Gulf of Mexico sure beats the North Sea.
Once off the boat we had our first mass start since the beach at San Diego. We are all stronger riders. I think some of the slowest riders have improved the most.
Easter! I wish we had time for more than a quick service before we broke camp. There was certainly a lot of traffic getting to and from church services. No problem, though, great bike lanes. The 85 mile started out with nice enough cool weather but quickly changed to very cool with a head wind. Yes, yet another day with head winds.
Hargy made sure we stopped for a picture at the Floribama bar. It straddles the border between Florida and Alabama. The trip should have been planned for next weekend so we, and 30000 other patrons could have taken part in the 50th annual mullet toss from Florida to Alabama. Yes, the fish, dead of course. Timing is everything.
Two miles later we arrived at the "Welcome to Florida" sign. Ta Da, the last state line. Ok, now we are ready to be done.
At least the last sag stop was at a DaIry Queen. BILL, WE MISS YOU.
60 miles of headwind later we finally pulled into camp. I was too tired and crabby to put this out last night.