As we rode through Clarksville, Florida on Highway 20 today, I heard a loud bang on my left. I thought maybe the car that just passed me had run over something, but then I heard another bang. And another one. Turns out it was just a guy standing on the porch of his trailer home, repeatedly firing a rifle into the woods, about 40 feet off the road. We stopped at the convenience store next door and got some chocolate milk. None of the other customers seemed to have noticed.
In a fast 86-mile day with only a couple brief stops, that was the highlight. Actually, the highlight for me was that he didn’t shoot at us.
We took off from Niceville late this morning, my Uncle Tim leading us out of town on Highway 20. Highway 20 is off the Adventure Cycling route, but it was great for us today, with wide shoulders for all but about 10 miles, and for the most part, tolerant drivers. Other than the guy who yelled “Get off the road!” from a passing car. It’s kind of hard to understand what someone is yelling when they’re passing you at 60 mph and you’re going 10 mph, but Tony just gave him a big thumbs-up.
We’re staying in Blountstown, Florida, for the night, and we only have about 350 miles left until St. Augustine. We’re planning on being there by Friday, so today might have been our last day over 80 miles.