(By Steve) On Thanksgiving morning I took a few hours to explore the 30-A bike trail. The house we rented had seven bikes in the garage for renters to use. I took the least crappy bike, which in actuality was still fairly crappy, but to be expected with a rental. It was a mountain bike with loose suspension, which caused
the first part of my energy to be spent moving the suspension. If you ever mountain biked, this might make sense.
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30-A is a fairly well known part of Florida that consists of many villages along the 30-A highway. It's about 18 miles in length and sits between Destin and Panama City Florida. The whole road has a well developed bike trail alongside of it. The house we rented was in Blue Mountain Beach, which does have a beach, but no mountain, of course; this is Florida, after all! We were halfway between mile 5 and 6 of the 30-A.
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The trail runs near Greyton State Park |
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I kept looking for gators in the lakes but saw none |
I didn't get an early start on Thanksgiving morning, so it wasn't until 11AM that I actually left. The temperature was pretty chilly that day with a high of 59. Despite being chilly, it was bright and sunny.
I promised Linda that I wouldn't be out too long; it was Thanksgiving Day after all, & she was slaving away in the kitchen. I set the timer on my phone for 1:20 and headed West. I had hoped to make it all the way to the West end of the trail, but I stopped around mile 17 in the town of Seacrest Beach. When I turned around, I discovered the dreaded head wind and knew that it would be difficult getting back in time. The wind was vicious and cold, and I really began to hate the bike. I felt like I had to pay the first tenth of my energy to the stupid suspension.
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The much photographed post office in Seaside |
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In places, the trail runs very close to the beach |
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There are no dunes here, and a longer stretch of sand than the beaches farther West. |
It took me about 20 minutes longer but I made it back okay. I managed to ride 24 miles on a crappy bike depite being out of biking shape. I was pretty sore for the rest of the day, but then I got to enjoy my football team the Philadelphia Eagles beat the snot out of the Dallas Cowboys. Of course, after the game, I was more than ready for a delicious
Thanksgiving Dinner.
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Alys Beach struck me as a pretentious kind of place |
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