are wanting, paranoia tends to encroach as well given the playful
collection of critters in these parts. The morning saw us roll in to
Cocoa beach, where we endured temptation at the hands of the Ron Jon
surf shop, the largest in the country if not the world. This writer
got a sweet new cutoff to help display the guns, fitting as we're in
gun show alley. Two signs, side by side on route one today, extolled
the virtues of preserving the lives of unborn children as well as the
usefulness of bearing arms. After Ron Jon, we swam in the now tepid
Atlantic, which doubles as our shower for the week, huzzah!!!
Enter challenge number three. My hair, not especially kempt these
days, decided to sweat salt water into my eyes as I rolled along at
speeds that would see the saint david's sixth grade leaving me in the
dust on their bmx's with the tassels on the handlebars. Long story
short, headwinds are not cool, and at this time of the year, the winds
comes out of the south, both hot and gale force...
Tonight marks our most creative camping achievment - underneath the
Melbourne beach access ramp. Like a glove.
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Charlie,
ReplyDeleteI miss you and can't wait to see you
-Ge