Since today is a layover day, we got up at varying times. After breakfast at the motel's buffet, people did laundry, cleaned bikes and gear, hit nearby ATMs or just chilled.
Most riders came to downtown Tallahassee by late morning, by cab or in the van. The main attraction is the Museum of Florida History, a state museum that's well worth a stop. Everyone who went liked the museum. Current exhibits include:
- artifacts from Spanish shipwrecks along the Florida coast, with a section on how Spanish silver coins were minted in various South American countries
- Florida's involvement in the Civil War (there were Union soldiers from here; the North soon controlled the coastline while inland farms provided meat, salt and hides for the South)
- "naval stores" (resin and turpentine) collecting and distilling from the gum of longleaf and slash pine trees (see photo of cuts on tree stump)
- a friendship quilt made in 1938 by a citrus house packing crew (see photos)
- colorful citrus packing house labels used on crates (see photo), and machinery to sort fruit by size for more efficient packing
- "tin can tourism" (1920's car tourists whose food was in tin cans), including a 1923 Ford Model T truck chassis with an early RV top. In front of the Model T are (left to right) Andre, Carol, Bob Pedersen, Bruce, Bob G, Terry and Linda. (Others were elsewhere in the museum.)
- World War II's impact on the state and the post-war population growth from returning servicemen and women
- 1800's paintings of Florida. These were well-executed and most interesting, as they showed the state in an earlier time. I liked a small Currier and Ives-like painting done by an Army lieutenant in 1864, showing locals outside a fort where Pensacola Naval Air Base is today.
Afterward, Linda, Carol and I walked to the nearby All Saints coffee shop. When we saw the bikes outside, the vibe was good (see photo). The coffee shop was filled with Florida State University students finishing papers and studying for finals. For a study break they could play Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (the game brought back memories!)
Downtown Tallahassee's high-tech talking pedestrian signs ("Wait ... Wait") can be confusing when on the phone by them. Earlier Linda had called Carol, and thought Carol was saying "Wait ... Wait".
The photo of the Green Bay Packers license plate holder is for Wisconsin riders Bob Plant and Ken. No Jacksonville Jaguars holders sighted yet!
Linda, Bob Pedersen and Bob Plant also visited the Historic State Capitol building. It has been restored to its 1902 state, and describes the state's political history, which is complex. There also is an exhibit on the 2000 presidential election.
The contemporary state government office buildings remind me of Albany, NY: high edifices and yards of vertical and horizontal concrete (see photo of current Capitol). Bob Plant went up to the 22nd floor for a good look around town.
Jerry and Julianne just rolled in. They biked to town and rode through the FSU campus.
We had our map meeting at 5 pm, and will dine locally.
Bruce
Tuesday, 30 April 2013
Some hill country pictures.
Did a 50 mile ride today with the bike club with 4500+ feet of climbing. The guys bought me lunch cause I was the first one in. You all got me in good shape. Thanks!
Julie
Look who's guarding the sheep |
It's a motorcycle rally! |
Airlifting an injured motorcycle rider |
Hike at Lost Maples - real trees! |
Texas longhorns |
Look who's coming... |
It's Linda! |
Map meeting |
Halfway dinner celebration |
Break time |
wildflowers |
Flynn approaches as Mitch and Julianne plan |
That rascal! |
More flowers |
Austin sight |
Day 51 - Marianna to Tallahassee, FL
Yesterday at the motel, Julianne detached the trailer before driving us in the van to the state park. Last night a semi driver parked his truck right in front of the trailer hitch (see photo). Cute. Fortunately he hit the road early today.
The day started foggy and cool (light jacket weather). It was hard to see when riding because my glasses misted from the fog and body heat. By mid-morning the sun had burned through. It was hot enough that we sought shade when stopping at a convenience store for water or ice cream. We tried to remember the last time we sought shade ... in California's Imperial Valley?
Today's route took us east and slightly south to the east side of Tallahassee. We rode 78 miles and climbed 2600 feet. The hills are getting longer now ... we're beyond simple rollers. Carol saw 7% grades on her cycle computer.
We continue to pass through pine forests. These appear to be for lumber, not pulp, based on the more substantial tree diameters we see on the logging trucks that pass by. They do smell good ... love that pine resin!
Since Louisiana, nearly every town of several thousand or more population has had a Waffle House restaurant. You understand why FEMA developed the informal Waffle House Index as a measure of a disaster's impact. The index is based on the chain's reputation for staying open in bad weather and reopening quickly after a disaster.
When we rode through Chattahoochee, we were a half mile from the Georgia state line. Bob Pedersen and Rhodri get points for literally going the extra mile so they could add a state to their list. Bob's photo below shows Rhodri being chased out of Georgia!
We crossed into the Eastern time zone when we crossed the Apalachicola River just west of Chattahoochee. (Typing these Native American names is a challenge.) We had expected to change time zones in Mississippi or Alabama.
We are staying at a La Quinta Inn. Everyone feels better after showering and downing a soft drink, beer or glass of wine. My ground cloth, tent and rain fly are hanging over the railing to dry.
Seven of us squeezed into a taxi to go downtown for a drink and dinner. I enjoyed a brew from Terrapin Brewing in Athens, GA (see photo). Jerry suggested Andrew's 228 restaurant for dinner. It was VERY good. Even better was sitting outside without bugs or the smell of bug spray! It was a perfect evening; everyone was mellow. See the before and after photos below with (left to right) Terry, Bob Pedersen, Carol, Bruce, Rhodri, Bob Plant and Flynn. Wine was half price, which sealed the deal. Terry and Bob Pedersen pronounced the wines excellent. Note the empty wine glasses in the last shot ... not a drop wasted.
Not sure what's on tap for tomorrow ... we'll find out!
Bruce
The day started foggy and cool (light jacket weather). It was hard to see when riding because my glasses misted from the fog and body heat. By mid-morning the sun had burned through. It was hot enough that we sought shade when stopping at a convenience store for water or ice cream. We tried to remember the last time we sought shade ... in California's Imperial Valley?
Today's route took us east and slightly south to the east side of Tallahassee. We rode 78 miles and climbed 2600 feet. The hills are getting longer now ... we're beyond simple rollers. Carol saw 7% grades on her cycle computer.
We continue to pass through pine forests. These appear to be for lumber, not pulp, based on the more substantial tree diameters we see on the logging trucks that pass by. They do smell good ... love that pine resin!
Since Louisiana, nearly every town of several thousand or more population has had a Waffle House restaurant. You understand why FEMA developed the informal Waffle House Index as a measure of a disaster's impact. The index is based on the chain's reputation for staying open in bad weather and reopening quickly after a disaster.
When we rode through Chattahoochee, we were a half mile from the Georgia state line. Bob Pedersen and Rhodri get points for literally going the extra mile so they could add a state to their list. Bob's photo below shows Rhodri being chased out of Georgia!
We crossed into the Eastern time zone when we crossed the Apalachicola River just west of Chattahoochee. (Typing these Native American names is a challenge.) We had expected to change time zones in Mississippi or Alabama.
We are staying at a La Quinta Inn. Everyone feels better after showering and downing a soft drink, beer or glass of wine. My ground cloth, tent and rain fly are hanging over the railing to dry.
Seven of us squeezed into a taxi to go downtown for a drink and dinner. I enjoyed a brew from Terrapin Brewing in Athens, GA (see photo). Jerry suggested Andrew's 228 restaurant for dinner. It was VERY good. Even better was sitting outside without bugs or the smell of bug spray! It was a perfect evening; everyone was mellow. See the before and after photos below with (left to right) Terry, Bob Pedersen, Carol, Bruce, Rhodri, Bob Plant and Flynn. Wine was half price, which sealed the deal. Terry and Bob Pedersen pronounced the wines excellent. Note the empty wine glasses in the last shot ... not a drop wasted.
Not sure what's on tap for tomorrow ... we'll find out!
Bruce
Monday, 29 April 2013
Thanks Dick.
Dick, just let you know your gifts from the first week are still helping me along the route.
The map holder has helped me find my way here.
The shower cap has kept my lovely Brooks saddle dry and wrinkle-free. Which is more than can be said for my backside.
And the margaritas have been, well...... frequent.
Thanks Dick, good to hear the recovery is going well.
The map holder has helped me find my way here.
The shower cap has kept my lovely Brooks saddle dry and wrinkle-free. Which is more than can be said for my backside.
And the margaritas have been, well...... frequent.
Thanks Dick, good to hear the recovery is going well.
West Texas pictures from Julie
Jerry and Bob P join the Good Friday walk in Fort Hancock |
Our fearless leader Mitch hard at work |
We saw many of these, thankfully never in use |
Flats on the frontage road. Is that Linda? |
Marfa art work (in the middle of nowhere) |
Tumbleweed attack! |
Texas: Chipseal and misleading signs |
Is it hailing Ken? |
Dinner in Marathon |
Sign leaving Marathon |
West Texas clothes dryer |
My favorite ranch sign |
A river with water?! |
West Texas wildflowers |
Amistad Reservoir from "The bridge" |
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