There are eight of us. We left the campground at 8 AM and headed down the road to the Atlantic Ocean. No one wanted to get sand in their bike gears so we had to find a paved ramp. Tires were dipped and we were off. We had tailwinds most of the day so made it to our planned destination by 1:00. We all agreed to keep going since the day was so perfect. Finding no campgrounds, we called the pastor of a Methodist church in Flafahome, Florida. He welcomed us to set up our tents. We had fun showering with a hose and changing clothes in the little outdoor chapel. We ate spaghetti on the lawn and are now all settled in for the night. The group is so comparable. There are actually two vegetarians. Harold is the other but oddly enough he used to own a large commercial poultry farm. The guys enjoy ribbing him about ringing chickens necks to kill them and now he can't eat them. Just a lot of fun together.
My phone has little service tonight so pictures wouldn't upload to Facebook. I'll catch up when I can. Dean is the leader of this ride. He rides a recumbent bike but can make that baby move. Dean is from Florida, is 69 and recently remarried. He has a three week old granddaughter that he loves showing off in his pictures. I'll give more information on the others gradually. All is dark and quiet on these church grounds tonight. Think we will sleep well. Love you all.
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