Mike & Tod - Day 10

Hooo weeeee!

If it looks like they is in the middle of nowhere - it's because they is.

Swamp.

Ain't no prettying that up.

But it ain't all bad, as they were actually way down upon the Suwannee River.

No kidding.

And it's the state song of Florida.

No kidding.

They even ran into some of the fellows coming back with their catfish catch.

Shore beats possum!

They also were, somehow, able to find a place for an office break to celebrate 1,000 km's on this trip.

Way to go, guys.

Sign in the "office" was thus;
"Our credit manager is Helen Waite.
If you want credit here, you can go to Helen Waite."

And I believe them.

The locals told them to be staying on their bikes - not to be getting off in these here parts. Chomp, chomp....

And the local boys in blue stopped by during a break to remind them of Florida's drinking and biking rules.

They were still on their game enough to wait til they left before ordering another $6 pitcher of Florida's finest.

Of course, Florida's D&D laws may be a little different than yours...

"Aw see u boys don't have a beeya in yor hands and youse is on yer bikes. You gonna fix that, rat?"

And they were lucky enough find a town in the middle of all this.

And they were also uhhhhh....."lucky" enough to find an Inn.

The very aptly named, Steamboat Dive Inn."

Special effort was expended on the dive part, I assume.

I think Jesus might have enjoyed his accommodations more.

So this whole place was a learning experience for them.

Now you might be wondering why Mike has his bike in the door of their Dive Inn room.

Correct.

Here Tod is doing the honours fixing Mike's flat.

And now they have a wee problem. He tells us....he has no more inner tubes. And they's about to head out to where the locals told them to stay on they bikes.

Uh oh....lions and tigers and bears. And gators....

And I think they both felt a bit like Dorothy "I don't think we're in Boca Raton anymore, Toto."