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Day 56- Gainesville

 What a horror show last night was. I should’ve known when I walked into the bathroom and heard a woman tell a kid she’d “beat him like a stepchild” if he left the building, that she was probably part of the advance party for the evenings upcoming entertainment..


No owner on site and no campground host equals no sleep on our part. A crew rolled in around dinner time, set up tents, commenced to drinking and laughing and having a generally good Friday night time. By 11 o’clock the music went off and we were hopeful but the party went into Floritucky overdrive (apologies to my friends from Florida and Kentucky who were raised right.). I decided not to act on my “ask all the questions“ strategy because this time all my questions started with “What the f*#%?”? They carried on till 3:30 AM at which point the roosters next-door took up the slack. Happy birthday Kayla! I hope you have a two day hangover. 

I felt better at wake up than I thought I would; actually, we all did. We headed out around 830 on route to Gainesville. Lots of cattle, lots of hay, lots of good roads to calm the soul.


Today was a day of seeing interesting roadside sites:A drive-through liquor store. Or maybe a drive-through bar. Are curbside pick-up cocktails a thing in Florida?

A gravestone in the shape of logs

  • People fencing in a park, or maybe Larping
Jack, Ankur, Sue and I stopped at Bev’s Burgers for second breakfast along with the rest of the residents of High Spring FL. It appeared  we’d be waiting a while for service so we headed down the road five more miles to a Waffle House and a hashbrown bowl. Say what  you want. It sticks to the ribs and it’s good food fast.

I ended up riding on my own after that and enjoyed the bike paths in and out of Gainesville. Florida excels at these.


I navigated on my own to run some last days errands and then cruised on to our Warm Showers host’s home.





Tom and Martha Harris have hosted groups for years and have five lovely acres for us to camp on. Martha made us a delicious dinner, Tom served great wine and made a bonfire, and we’re now snuggled in our tents for the last time.

Things I learned today:
  • My phone navigation skills are still crap.

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  1. AnonymousNovember 20, 2022 at 4:54 PM

    Wow. Nothing like an all-night party in the camp ground. Probably good you kept your questions to yourself for sure. Glad you are settled in at a peaceful place for the night. 3 rides to go!!!! Debbie

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