Kit and Carol on the Road

I started out the day looking for a fabric store in Lake City 10 miles away that turned out to be an empty building. (sigh) At least we found a nice wine store. The adventure today was to be bike riding in Stephen Foster State Park. Their brochure says “8 miles of bike/hike trails”. “Trails” in Florida are not what we think of as trails—how about calling them sandpits. I hit a stick in loose sand and my front fender bent like an accordion. We went to peek at the black sluggish Suwannee River and then got out of there. In case any of you are thinking about camping in its very fine campground (we were, but it was full)—be warned that there is a tall carillon that not only rings each quarter hour but plays 10 minutes of Stephen Foster tunes each hour. I suspect it gets old after awhile. Anyway, Florida was redeemed in my opinion by a brand new PAVED bike trail not too far away in Big Shoals. In the future I shall not make assumptions about “trails”.

PS: Did I mention we have free wireless internet yet again.