I was joking with a buddy last night that it would be nice if God turned on the AC down here without making it rain also. This morning was His gift to me. The first 25 miles, along the long and boring stretch of US 1, it was overcast and cooler than the previous riding days. I didn’t have to wipe the sweat off my face every 5 minutes.
While it was a longer day of riding, the overcast weather definitely helped out. I didn’t get the tail wind I was hoping for, but I guess I didn’t need it!
Today I rode from Key Largo to Miami Beach. A good 67 miles for my new record. Surprisingly, for not sleeping well again, I did and felt great through to the end of the ride.
Last night at my campsite, I got eaten alive by bugs. I left my clothes out to dry on a make-shift clothesline with my bungee cords, the fence, and a little tree growing out of a boulder. It did it’s purpose until I woke up at 1am to lots of wind and some light rain. I had left my rain cover off my tent so I could get some air flow to cool myself down.
I now had to rush out of my tent, put on the rain cover and pick up my clothes that the wind had scattered, all while wearing just my underwear. The bugs loved it, and I felt it the rest of the night and this morning.
Shout out to my momma and aunt Cid for sending me off with some Chick-fil-A cards! One came in handy today and it was a delicious bite almost 50 miles into the day.
Next came the brewpub. Right down the road from Chick-fil-A, was Titanic restaurant and Brewery. It had a fun boat like feel inside, but I wasn’t too impressed by their beers or anything else.
Once I got into Miami, I pulled over to get a picture of the river and the scenery when a guy came up to me and started asking about my ride. Turns out, this guy, Antony, walked from Washington State to Miami Florida! He said it took him about 10.5 months. And I thought I was crazy for riding my bicycle to Canada. We shared stories and goals and places he wants to travel next and was cool getting to talk with him.
I am staying at a party hostel called the Rock Hostel and met a quirky old man who when I asked where he was from responded with, “I’m from the land of love, free spirits, and humor”. I still have no idea where he is from, but I’m guessing somewhere in Europe. Weird, but nice guy – he even showed me his yodeling. Ha! Hostels never disappoint. Hopefully tonight’s sleep on the bed doesn’t disappoint either.