Yesterday I rode into stiff wind, though sunshine breaking through trees and opening clouds over the sea. Then, as I had the wind at my back, a curtain of clouds drew across the sun and darkened, and I got caught in the kind of late-afternoon downpour this part of Florida experiences in summer. Then again, by that time, the temperature, at about 27C, or 80 F.
Today I pedaled about the same distance--about 100 kilometers--as I did yesterday, but in the opposite direction. I did that on purpose: The wind, not quite as stiff as yesterday's, was blowing from the north instead of the south. That is probably what dropped the temperature by about 17 degrees Celsius to about 10 C, or 50F.
The sky and sea even looked colder:
I never saw that kind of light before in Florida--not even at the place in the photos: Matanzas Bay, where it enters the ocean.
Under that light I pedaled, against the wind but full of good energy, all the way up Route A1A to the Bridge of Lions, which leads to the historic center of St. Augustine:
I think the temperature dropped by another 10 degrees Celsius when I crossed the bridge. At least, it felt that way, even after I pedaled to the old fort.
I must say, though, it's a lovely place, even when it's (comparatively) cold and still full of tourists.
And, yes, the skies cleared for my ride back to my parents' house. And I had the wind at my back.
Today I pedaled about the same distance--about 100 kilometers--as I did yesterday, but in the opposite direction. I did that on purpose: The wind, not quite as stiff as yesterday's, was blowing from the north instead of the south. That is probably what dropped the temperature by about 17 degrees Celsius to about 10 C, or 50F.
The sky and sea even looked colder:
I never saw that kind of light before in Florida--not even at the place in the photos: Matanzas Bay, where it enters the ocean.
Under that light I pedaled, against the wind but full of good energy, all the way up Route A1A to the Bridge of Lions, which leads to the historic center of St. Augustine:
I think the temperature dropped by another 10 degrees Celsius when I crossed the bridge. At least, it felt that way, even after I pedaled to the old fort.
I must say, though, it's a lovely place, even when it's (comparatively) cold and still full of tourists.
And, yes, the skies cleared for my ride back to my parents' house. And I had the wind at my back.
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