Miles fly by and I get restless as I get closer to my destination. Florida roads are flat and that helps too. Weather is cooperating as I see no rain on the forecast. Google Maps route sends me to a dead end on a dirt road blocked by ranch gates; fortunately it’s just a few miles detour back to highway.
I am revisiting my plans on where to go next every minute. Plans are nothing, planning is everything. St Augustine is out the window; Gainesville too. My route makes a sharp right turn south.
I’m at the ferry dock at 7:30am, watching the thick fog come in across the bay. One crew walks out on the dock and comes near to me and the only car in line to announce the fact: the first run is cancelled. The earliest one is an hour and a half away. I ride to the intersection and find a bakery to have some danish and coffee. The owner is on the phone talking to his brother as I leave. “There is a guy here who cycled all the way from Vancouver… Yes, Canada! Hold on, let me ask… DO YOU WARSHIP GOD?”