A couple of friends are gone!
On Thursday, I rode by the City Market Place near my parents' home in Palm Coast. During my past few visits to PC, I've stopped by the Market Place to see an old friend:
but I found this:
an empty lot where they "rode"!
I am trying to find out what happened to Wes Cackler's "The Race". I'm guessing--and sort of hoping--that it was knocked down in recent storms and will be reinstalled on that same site, or somewhere else.
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.
Since I've come to Florida, I think I've seen every kind of weather one can find when the temperature is above freezing. Today, I thought I was entering a path of sunshine.
Light and warmth threaded through those tree limbs and filled the sky as I rode the Lehigh Trail, which begins about two kilometers from my parents' house and extends for five kilos to Colbert Road, which leads to SR 100 and the bridge to Flagler Beach.
There are few things in this world that I love more than descending a bridge to an ocean I can see on the horizon
even if I turn right at the end of the bridge and pedal 50 kilometers straight into a 30 kilometer per hour wind that, at moments, gusted to 40 KPH.
I mean, how could I complain when my ride was filled with the wind, the light and the hiss of the ocean--which meant that they were filling me>
Like Flagler Beach yesterday and today, Daytona Beach did not lack for people walking along the sand on the warm day. At Flagler and Daytona, however, swimming was not allowed. No one was allowed even to enter any of the beaches along the 50 or so kilometers of Atlantic Coast between them.
After savoring two of mom's meatball sandwiches and polishing them off with some strawberries and a mandarin orange, I started my ride back. After the ride down, it was almost too easy: the wind I'd fought on the way down was blowing at my back. But that wind also brought something else:
gray clouds thickening ahead of me. The fact that I was riding about as fast as my body could move the ballon-tired beach cruiser under it meant that I could ride right into the rain.
Which is what happened after I turned left from the Flagler Beach pier onto the SR 100 bridge. After climbing away from the ocean and descending on the "mainland", a cascade dropped from the sky on me. There was no prelude of light showers gradually turning to rain; that storm dropped straight on me. It was like the "instant storms" that often soak this area, momentarily, late on summer afternoons. The difference was that this storm didn't include lightning and thunder. But it ended about halfway into the Lehigh Trail--about fifteen minutes before I got to my parents' house.
