{"id":87,"date":"2007-04-30T18:38:29","date_gmt":"2007-05-01T02:38:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/centraldistrict.net\/nancystraveljounral\/?p=87"},"modified":"2007-04-30T18:38:29","modified_gmt":"2007-05-01T02:38:29","slug":"perry-april-30-60-miles","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/centraldistrict.net\/nancystraveljournal\/?p=87","title":{"rendered":"Perry-April 30-60 miles"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>This morning in Crawfordville was one of the most casual starts we have had on the trip.&nbsp; Since we only had 52 miles to ride, some folks had plans for side trips.&nbsp; About half of the group decided to go kayaking on the Wakulla River.&nbsp; Since I have never tried it, I didn&rsquo;t want this to be my maiden voyage, then ride 40 miles.&nbsp; Some folks wanted to see St. Marks.&nbsp; A few wanted to ride straight to the hotel in Perry.&nbsp; I wanted to detour north about three miles on the St. Marks Trail for a second breakfast at Savannah&rsquo;s.&nbsp; So, Lorraine, Rebecca Stultz, and I were in no hurry to leave the hotel and get to the restaurant too early.&nbsp; When we arrived at the river, the sailors were getting ready to launch.&nbsp; We decided to stick around to see them start upstream.&nbsp; The T n T Hide-a-Way folks were very helpful to our group.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/centraldistrict.net\/nancystraveljournal\/wp-content\/uploads\/thumb-DSC04020.JPG\" border=\"1\" alt=\"T n T Hide-A-Way\" title=\"T n T Hide-A-Way\" hspace=\"10\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" align=\"left\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Annie looks like a real pro as she poses for the camera.&nbsp; <\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/centraldistrict.net\/nancystraveljournal\/wp-content\/uploads\/thumb-DSC04021.JPG\" border=\"1\" alt=\"Annie at Waukulla River\" title=\"Annie at Waukulla River\" hspace=\"10\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" align=\"left\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Anne looks like she is ready for a cruise.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/centraldistrict.net\/nancystraveljournal\/wp-content\/uploads\/thumb-DSC04025.JPG\" border=\"1\" alt=\"Anne is ready for the river\" title=\"Anne is ready for the river\" hspace=\"10\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" align=\"left\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>From the bridge I was able to bid adieu to most of the group as they set sail.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/centraldistrict.net\/nancystraveljournal\/wp-content\/uploads\/thumb-DSC04027.JPG\" border=\"1\" alt=\"River Rats\" title=\"River Rats\" hspace=\"10\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" align=\"left\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Our little group of three rode to the St. Marks Trail and headed north about three miles to Savannah&rsquo;s.&nbsp; What a beautiful ride through the canopy of trees, smelling the honey suckle early in the morning as we listened to the swish of our tires!&nbsp; At Savannah&rsquo;s I enjoyed homemade French toast, while the others had fried egg sandwiches, with hearty bacon.&nbsp; As we were leaving, the staff was setting out a lunch buffet.&nbsp; It looked so good that we were tempted to ride and few miles and return for lunch.&nbsp; But, common sense prevailed. However, I hope to be back for lunch some day!<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/centraldistrict.net\/nancystraveljournal\/wp-content\/uploads\/thumb-DSC04031.JPG\" border=\"1\" alt=\"The sign says it all\" title=\"The sign says it all\" hspace=\"10\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" align=\"left\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>We returned to US 98 via the bike trail, having ridden an extra 6 miles.&nbsp; Lorraine opted to continue on the trail to see the fort at St. Marks.&nbsp; Rebecca and I headed on down 98 toward Perry.&nbsp; While the road had a large shoulder, the truck traffic was disconcerting.&nbsp; Between the log trucks and dump trucks, it was not our best road.&nbsp; At a service station, we learned that there were three rock quarries on this road, taking loads of sand, rock and dolomite to Thomasville and returning for another load.&nbsp; One of the drivers told us that they had been passing the word on their radios to be cautious of the cyclists.&nbsp; At the same service station, there was a taxidermy display of local animals.&nbsp; I had never seen a display quite like this one.&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/centraldistrict.net\/nancystraveljournal\/wp-content\/uploads\/thumb-DSC04032.JPG\" border=\"1\" alt=\"Looks like South Georgia\" title=\"Looks like South Georgia\" hspace=\"10\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" align=\"left\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p> Team Roadkill on BRAG should have an armadillo like this for their trailer. <\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/centraldistrict.net\/nancystraveljournal\/wp-content\/uploads\/thumb-DSC04034.JPG\" border=\"1\" alt=\"Team Roadkill needs this one\" title=\"Team Roadkill needs this one\" hspace=\"10\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" align=\"left\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Leaving that service station, there was nothing to see but pine trees, bayonet plants, and live oaks for 24+ miles.&nbsp; Kay, the SAG driver stopped to give us water once.&nbsp; Then we stopped a couple of times in the 90-degree heat to rest a bit when we found shade.&nbsp; It is amazing how cool a bit of shade feels when you ride in the hot sun for miles.&nbsp; After we passed the quarries, the endless procession of dump trucks disappeared, but not the log trucks.&nbsp; They just kept on rolling, in both directions!&nbsp; At least, they were very courteous and swung out around us as they passed.&nbsp; We noticed that many of the ditches had dried up due to the drought in North Florida.&nbsp; And, there was smoke from the wild fires near Waycross in Georgia.<\/p>\n<p>After what seemed like forever, Rebecca and I arrived in Perry.&nbsp; It was so comforting to have ridden with her.&nbsp; Having someone along when riding forever on such an isolated road makes the situation seem so much better.&nbsp; <\/p>\n<p>The Hampton Inn is a very nice place.&nbsp; In addition to having comfortable rooms, they had an evening reception for their guests.&nbsp; We enjoyed this treat of wine, beer and chocolate-dipped strawberries.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/centraldistrict.net\/nancystraveljournal\/wp-content\/uploads\/thumb-DSC04036.JPG\" border=\"1\" alt=\"A well-deserved rest\" title=\"A well-deserved rest\" hspace=\"10\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" align=\"left\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/centraldistrict.net\/nancystraveljournal\/wp-content\/uploads\/thumb-DSC04037.JPG\" border=\"1\" alt=\"Good friends\" title=\"Good friends\" hspace=\"10\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" align=\"left\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>As we were enjoying the reception, a special guest arrived as a surprise to me.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/centraldistrict.net\/nancystraveljournal\/wp-content\/uploads\/thumb-DSC04041.JPG\" border=\"1\" alt=\"Two friends and a dog\" title=\"Two friends and a dog\" hspace=\"10\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" align=\"left\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>What a treat it was to see Barbara.&nbsp; She is on her way down the Gulf Coast after having bought herself an RV several weeks ago.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/centraldistrict.net\/nancystraveljournal\/wp-content\/uploads\/thumb-DSC04042.JPG\" border=\"1\" alt=\"Barbara&#39;s home away from home\" title=\"Barbara&#39;s home away from home\" hspace=\"10\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" align=\"left\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p> I introduced her (and Tootsie and Taco, her dogs) to the group at dinner.&nbsp; Seems like the dogs were a big hit in our group.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/centraldistrict.net\/nancystraveljournal\/wp-content\/uploads\/thumb-DSC04038.JPG\" border=\"1\" alt=\"Nancy and Tootsie\" title=\"Nancy and Tootsie\" hspace=\"10\" width=\"480\" height=\"360\" align=\"left\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I read the story, There Was An Old Cajun&nbsp; (a take-off on There Was An Old Lady Who Swallowed A Fly) to the group.&nbsp; I had purchased it in St. Francisville.&nbsp; Afterward, I said goodbye to Barbara, as she returned to a KOA campground just down the road. &nbsp;Tomorrow we have a 74-mile day to High Springs.&nbsp; With the anticipated heat, we plan to leave the hotel by 7:00 AM.&nbsp; This was another good day!&nbsp; Only three more days of riding.  <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This morning in Crawfordville was one of the most casual starts we have had on the trip.&nbsp; Since we only had 52 miles to ride, some folks had plans for side trips.&nbsp; About half of the group decided to go &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/centraldistrict.net\/nancystraveljournal\/?p=87\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-87","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-cycling"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/centraldistrict.net\/nancystraveljournal\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/87","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/centraldistrict.net\/nancystraveljournal\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/centraldistrict.net\/nancystraveljournal\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/centraldistrict.net\/nancystraveljournal\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/centraldistrict.net\/nancystraveljournal\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=87"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/centraldistrict.net\/nancystraveljournal\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/87\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/centraldistrict.net\/nancystraveljournal\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=87"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/centraldistrict.net\/nancystraveljournal\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=87"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/centraldistrict.net\/nancystraveljournal\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=87"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}