Some of its been good some of its been bad.

After I sent that last post I wrote in my other journal for a bit, and when I looked down, I saw a quarter, but some how I forgot to pick it up.

The only reason I can think that I forgot to pic it up was that I could have been distracted by the model that was posing for a photo shoot on the rocks 25 feet away from me. Other than that I’m not sure why I wouldn’t have picked it up.

Then I realized I didn’t have my yellow shirt. When I had taken it off yesterday, I washed it, and then hung it up to dry. I know that I took it off the railing I originally put it on and hung it on my bike. That night though, I had moved my bike around so many times while debating where to crqsh for the night, it must have fallen off somewhere.

When I woke up around 7:30, there were several park workers cleaning the park. I had hoped that they might have found it and put it in a lost and found or something, but when I had finally realized it was missing, they had already left, and no one was in the office or check in booth. I tried to dilly dally while getting ready, hoping someone would come back, but no such luck. So now I’m left with just one cycling shirt for the rest of the trip, but I can atleast rinse those out, so that’s a lot better than one pair of shorts.

While I was waiting however, I met three really nice cyclists, Wayne, Jody, and Kenny. They were only going south another three miles or so I didn’t end up riding with them because I didn’t want to hold them up for such a short distance, but they gave me their phone numbers incase I got into any kind of trouble.

So over all nothing bad has really happened, but I would be a lot smellier if I had another shirt. But what can you do but “brush the dirt off, get up and try again” (Gorilla Biscuits’ lyrics, the band I went to NYC to see).

Last night I slept at this park in Delray, FL. Most of the park closes at sunset, but they leave part of it open for fishermen.

I went to the part that was closed at night and hid my bike in some bushes. I grabbed my sleeping pad and brought it over to some benches. The benches were all the same size and too short to stretch out on, and too narrow to lay flat on, but their backs were to the road so they offered a place to sleep while still being out of sight.

I saw the park ranger or sherrif drive by around nine o’clock but figured it was best to stay were I was and not be seen. At five in the morning I had it with that idea and moved to one of the other pavilions that had a picnic table.

I slept there for a good two hours , and when I awoke, boy was I SORE. Its definitely partially due to the riding but I can feel that it is mostly due to how I was curled up on that bench.

I’m going to be taking a few Ibefroferin this morning with breakfast, and then it looks like I’ll be on my way to Miami Beach. I was planning at staying at my friend’s doem at the University of Miami, but her cellphone has been dead/out of service for a few days now, so don’t know how else to get a hold of her. Luckily enough, my grandmother knows somebody in Miami Beach, so hopefully I can stay there.

I just stopped by one of the many beaches in Palm Beach County. Let me tell you! It is abosultly gorgeous here. The houses and scenes I’ve seen today make yesterdays views look like yards of rubble. I really didn’t ever think I would go to a place that had water this color. I always thought that they used special lences or doctored the photos after to make the ocean look this clear. When I first saw it I litterally yelled “Wow”. It really is breath taking.

I stopped by one of the many beach spots here to grab some shade while I refilled my water bottles and called home to share this view. This short stop turned into several medium sized phone calls but the breeze is so nice here what’s the rush in leaving?

When I finally did get back on the bike I heard a thu-thump sound over The Beach Boys I was listening to. I got off the bike and saw that I had a flat on the tire on my trailer so I went back to the pavilion I was at and changed it. This was WAY easier to change than my bike tires (since you only inflate this to 40 psi compared to 100 psi, the tire doesn’t have to fit the rim as snuggly).

I almost threw this tire away when I realized I didn’t have another spare, so niw its back in my bag. If I do get another flat before I get to pick up another one I do have a patch kit, so no worries here!

The only problem I have left is figuring out how to put suntan lotion on my back…