Well, looks like the guys ditched the fleabag joint last night and found something a lot better.
Here, Francisco is serving them breakfast at the Indian Creek Hotel. And giving them some great tips for their trip through the keys.
Now these look like two happier campers....
Thanks, Francisco!
So they made it to the keys, to Key Largo.
Very exotic sounding. I'm guessing Humphrey Bogart was part of the welcoming committee.
But if he wasn't, Chris and Ray, two of Miami's finest, certainly cheered them on as they left that city.
A far cry from the reception last year by the boys in blue in Palm Beach, eh?
Here Tod laughs in the face of the fierce winds gusting across Biscayne Bay.
But they almost got blowed into the Bay.
Didn't they learn anything from Ida?
And now they're where the weather really does suit their clothes, a fellow can work up quite a sweat trying to make headway.
And it wouldn't be Florida if you didn't have to keep your eyes pealed for crocs....
Mike, on your left there!
So they're into the Keys.
Just a couple more days now.
Go guys, go!
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Sent Mike a picture of Champlain Park this morning, complete with snow. Mike answered that it was a 'pick me up'. Don't know if he meant that it reminded them of why they were there, and not here.
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