Thursday turns out to be the best day of the ride so far, at least once we had escaped South Beach where we had spent Wednesday night waging a battle of wits, and coming out on the losing end, with some very determined, very skilled, and apparently well- practiced raccoons. They started at about 1:30 in the a.m. trying to get into our bike trailers. They have very good paws that act like miniature hands and they could reach into the tiniest openings to grab anything within reach. We lost a couple of pouches of instant oatmeal, but we got some great 'coon shots with the camera so I guess it was a fair deal after all. Thankfully, as far as I know, the raccoons didn't also have cameras or they'd have pictures of some crazy guy running around in the middle of the night in his underwear harrassing God's innocent creatures.
In the morning it was drizzly and looked like rain was on the way so we were a little somber pulling out. After a couple of miles we actually turned on our bike tail lights to make sure cars could see us through the increasing fog. I haven't talked much about the wind, but thus far it's been an ever-present companion sometimes gently nudging us down the highway, other times literally pushing us up small hills like we had a hand on our backs helping us climb. It never seems to let up, but mercifully for us it's always from the same direction - north/ northwest. Some of the gift shops along the way have anemometers and they seem to register anywhere from 15-20 mph steady. The recommended direction of travel is from north to south specifically because of the winds this time of year, but every day we pass a couple of intrepid cyclists pounding along northward into the wind. Good luck to them! For now, this being our first trip on this route we're more than content for the wind-assist as we make our way south.
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