3/5/2015

I navigated my way through construction cones for the first few miles of the day. Tractors roared while I inhaled dust and smog. But, I was fortunate to get through those miles quickly. The first destination of the day was the public library in Titusville. As I made my way to the destination, I passed advertisements for space centers, museums, and air shows. I reminisced on my youth and the fascination I had with model rockets. I must admit, I was tempted to go out and buy an Estes rocket set. I wondered if they were still in business and if kids these days found rocket launching as fun as in the past. Or were they more interested in flinging angry birds at targets.

I ran into the library and immediately searched for the water fountain. The cold hydration tasted like life...

3/4/2015

After a night of deep sleep, the sounds of crashing waves coaxed me out of bed. It was the great beginning to a day of rest. Jackie, the youthful proprietor of the Tuckaway Shores, made sure we knew we could relax on the property even after check out. Crystal and my mom took advantage of the beach setting while I caught up on my electronic work. It was only a rest day for my body.

As I tapped away on the keyboard, guests of the hotel began to approach me. Word had spread about what we were doing and suddenly we were selling books left and right. Guests would wander by from the pool area, chat with me for a moment, buy some books, and return to relaxing. The Tuckaway Shores had a magnetic energy that drew in kind people from all over.

I had the chance to wander around the beach...

3/2/2015

The sun emerged victorious from the seesaw battle with the rain. The tenacity of the precipitation was commendable but as always patience weathered the storm. If there was a prevalent theme on this trip is would be that steadiness can move mountains. Day 179 started at the Burger King parking lot in Fort Pierce. We had slept through another torrential downpour. On this occasion the water had drained by the time we got up. The humidity on our skins was like a weight that suppressed our energy. We decided on croissants and hash browns as our morning fuel. It saved us the trouble of cooking and doing dishes.

Before we hit the road, a grey haired gentleman from the local church struck up a conversation and contributed to our cause...