Day 24

   "It doesn't rain, it pours." said someone wise.

   I don't know if its true to most people but for me it seems like a fairly accurate account of the rain that I experience. This is especially true when riding a bicycle through it, battling a far to common headwind. There's no escaping it really. I woke up at 7am and the rain was still falling from when I went to bed. I seemed to be floating on an island, maybe I was transported back to the florida keys. Well I wasn't, I was hidden away somewhere in the Okaloacoochee (or something like that) State Forest under my thin yellow tarp. I decided then that I wasn't going to leave that spot until the rain stopped. Well eight came, then 9, and at 10, with a sore neck and a "no way, don't even think about getting up" look from my dog I got up and packed everything into my panniers. Taking the yellow tarp down was a sad sight with Julie trying to stay dry underneath it. Still raining, I jumped onto my bike and repeatedly told Julie to jump in the back, she did, but not without a big sigh...

   And now I sit in hot motel with all my belongings drying somewhere in La Belle, Florida. Hopefully the rain either disappears or just relents a bit.

   On a side note, here is my camp from Day 22 on the shores of Lake Okeechobee:

The places that I call home.

   Well everyone try to stay dry and warm out there. Talk to all again soon!