I normally like to get some sun therapy in January and February by heading to Florida for a long weekend. But this year we needed to go in March, so we sucked it up through the cold months and packed up for a much anticipated long weekend.
San Felasco first. Great times on rolling easy trails. My legs always vibrate after FL trails, because there is no rest. No climbing, but no rest. You pedal constantly. The sun hit the pine trees and it smelled great! The trails were in the best condition I have ever seen. No wild pig carnage, no armadillo holes, no mud.
Of course, as soon as I stepped out of the car, I got stung on the neck. Floridian bastage bugs!
Outside Steak n Shake we saw this little jewel. The perfect way to attach your light.
Sweet ride.
Camping at Santos. The campground is now a State Park, so they are following rules about not camping in the tent area. Also, no camping around the Vortex. We got a site, no prob.
Shey eating his noodles. He's a little addicted to FriendFace.
A long ride at Santos brought me to this dip. This is where I fell and hit my head during the Huracan ride. Totally recognized it.
I came across Shey on the trails every day. Pretty cool.
We start early, so it's cool to see someone on the trail. (he clears the spider webs for me)
Ice Cream after a long ride. Yumm! LOVE the bike shop across from Santos. I hope they forever have ice cream and beer for me.
Shey before the ice cream.
At the campground, these guys were falling out of the trees and were everywhere. Several stowed away in our car and we found them when we got home.
Pick out the critters.
Red head
Bike art at Greenway Bicycles
After our ride, I wanted to go for a hike. Shey said "Sure!"
Then he said, "Wait, how long is this hike going to be?" Ah, he has caught on.
He encouraged me to walk up to this coral snake and take a picture.
Now he's eating MY noodles.
Next it was on to the Croom trails. I thought this was a parking lot. Sun reflecting off the water.
Cool swampy area.
Croom.
My steady eddie Blue! This has been an awesome bike!
Dusty trails, means they were dry. It was raining at home.
I went for a short run after riding Croom and came across more swamp.
We had a great time and the weather was perfect for riding. Not too hot and cool enough to sleep well in the tent at night.
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