I met up with my father a few days ago in Defuniak Springs, Florida. It has been a great time since as I have had some travel companionship for the last few days. While riding into Pensacola, he hit an orange construction barrel while going 18 mph and had asphalt for lunch that day. Picture number 1 is but one of his injuries from the spill. After busting out the first aid kit, we got him all bandaged up and pressed on to Pensacola. They don't call him Ronstoppable for nothing.
That evening after watching the Saints lose again, we spent the evening with my good friends Trevor and Cathy. After acting a fool for a night in P'Cola, we made our way to Dauphin Island just south of Alabama. It was another relaxing evening... but now the backdrop is beginning to look familiar. I recognize these places now. I realize that I don't much need a map anymore.
We are in Ocean Springs, MS right now and look to make it to Waveland tomorrow where we will meet with my best friend Baxter and my brother Andrew. The last night on the road, the last night in a hammock for awhile, the last night I might go without a shower after pedalling all day. I will miss it, but I am looking forward to going to sleep with the thought in my mind that I won't have to wake up and leave that amazing place I have found myself in that day. And that amazing place will be New Orleans.
