We went on a little Bike Tour!
Hard To Part With Stuff Holding Memories
This weekend the campground where I am parked by Inverness, Florida is having a park-wide yard sale. A lot of the residents are putting their stuff on my neighbors' yard and in their car port.
I had forgotten all about the sale and was heading for the gym when I saw some neighbors organizing the merchandise. I took over a pair of boots I bought and never used, a pair of old shoes, and then I went to my storage area and grabbed the two remaining chairs from my dining room set. The rest I had sold for a measly amount when I had sold my home in April 2022.
As I put them out, I vowed that if they didn't sell I would take them to the thrift store. Yet each time I look out my window as I work on the computer, I see them still sitting there. I think, "Maybe I should hang onto them." They tug at my heart, I don't know why.
Maybe it is the the time period that they changed to pretty colors that beacons to me. George and I had packed up our belongings in Wisconsin for the move to Florida. George was semi-retiring from running his business. We were about to venture on our first self-sustained bike tour. Both the bike tour and the bright colors had been dreams of mine. They were not George's dreams.
For some reason; was it the move? the life changes? ... maybe it was the un-detected dementia, or the new recumbent trikes we were riding. But for some reason, George had simply agreed to the move and the tour without a fight. When I mentioned that the dark wood wouldn't fit into our new lives in sunny Florida, he got into helping find a painter and choosing the colors for the furniture.
On the day before we left on our bike tour around Wisconsin, we had delivered the dining set and bedroom set to the painter. She was going to work her magic while we pedaled around Wisconsin. (You can still read about that tour on Crazyguyonabike.com)
If you go there, please give a small donation as a Thank you to Crazy Guy for hanging onto these touring journals for us.
The chairs had been a dark knotty pine like the rest of the furniture we had purchased after we were married. George's business was doing well for a time and we (being young and inexperienced with life) thought the good times would last forever. So we dumped a big load of money into buying good furniture. I guess we did ok because the furniture is still good, it just isn't mine anymore... except these two chairs and the memories they hold.
To Buy or Not to Buy
Lots of Fun
The Bicycle/Tricycle Tour
We had the great pleasure to share the tour with friends Regis and Cindy who are also adept at finding fun and going with the flow.
- We rode the Withlacoochee Trail and the Good Neighbor Trail to it's end in Brooksville.
- We crossed Main Street and went straight with only one little jog on back streets to the fire station in Brooksville on Hwy 50.
- We took the sidewalk and new connector trail that took us all the way to the Suncoast Trail where it meets Hwy 50. (There was a little construction going on as they are working on creating a nice connector between the Good Neighbor Trail and the Sun Coast Trail.)
- We rode the Suncoast Trails South to Starkey Park where we stayed in rustic cabins. There are showers and flush toilets nearby.
- We road out of the park to the Starkey/Pinellas Connector Trail that took us all the way to the Pinellas Trail. We finished our ride in Dunedin where we stayed at the Palm Court Motel which was clean and fun and easy to get to.