Mike & Tod - Day 9

After the disappointment of the previous day's lowly 40 click's, the lads were determined to make up for lost time.

Now without official confirmation from either Mr. Guinness or Mr. Ripley, the boys claim they did 40 clicks yesterday - by 9:10am! Clearly some kind of record.

Mike stands in awe of their achievement.

And 81 km's by lunch.

Which, of course, demanded an office break to celebrate. And rehydrate. And likely recalibrate.

And more of the finest Florida has offer was on sale here, too.

In case you're hard of reading, the menu board contains the following;

"Tuesday to Saturday, any and all you can drink drafts for just $10".

I repeat; THEY LOVE AMERICA!!

As Alan Jackson and Jimmy Buffett sing;

This lunch break
Is gonna take
All afternoon
And half the night.
It's 5 O'clock somwhere.

Let's see what that afternoon brings.

Well wouldn't you know it.

D'oh!

Mike gets a double flat five miles from the campground.

I thought he threw that damn thing in the canal.

But even with that setback, they covered a gruelling 151 clicks.

Roaring across the state. Good idea to keep on moving in them there parts.

Tod here's cookin' up a mess of possum and grits.

Mmmmm mmmmm......

Now this looks like someone you'd find in the scrub brush of Central Florida.

But in the 1880's.

Looks like these guys are starting to fit right in.

They might not be coming back....

But now we're starting to see some real progress.

Now just up the road from them is a natural next stop; the San Felasco Hammock State Park.

But I think they might continue west, to try to get to the Gulf Coast, and back to the water, as quick as they can. Then along the panhandle.

Stay tuned.....