I was up at 4:45 because I was keyed up about beating the heat on my cycling trip home. I would be riding from Tarpon Springs to Inverness, a ride of over 80 miles. It had been a few years since I had ridden that far, I was a bit nervous. It was predicted to be 95 degrees, humid, and sunny on Sunday. I packed two thermoses of ice water, a bottle of Gatorade, and a baggie with salty pretzels and nuts. If I am smart and keep re-filling my waters, I should be ok. My neck had stopped hurting during my day of rest. I had bought a bottle of Hydrogen Peroxide and was swishing it around my chipped tooth two and three times a day. It had done the trick! Sunday morning is a good time to travel by bike. The traffic is lighter because many sleep in or sit in church pews. I assembled my things and got them all packed on the bike and was riding by 5:30 in the dark. I was glad I had packed my front light and a flashing back light because it was very dark when I departed Ellen's ho
Letters to friends from a young-old woman, author and life explorer. This is Susan's journal of continuing travel adventures, goofy mishaps, and life experiences.