Chasing Sunsets Airbnb, Port St Joe FL

 

Surreal in St Joe, our Airbnb for tonight, luckily for us after our 83 miler. Which was actually easy since we had a tailwind much of the day, cruising along the beaches. And also past strip malls and high bridges for the river/bay crossings. 

We went through Seaside, setting for the movie The Truman Show, and later this Ripley's Believe It or Not attraction.


And then Tyndall Air Force Base, still showing evidence of the 2018 category 5 hurricane Michael which destroyed every building on the base ($5 billion to the base, $25 billion to the surrounding area). Trees were leveled, then burned in a later fire.

At our Airbnb, we did a lottery for the guys' rooms, and I lucked out again getting the single room and not one of the two cramped bunk bed rooms. Being in an actual house with big tv (nonstop college football games so far), full kitchen (Donna didn't ride so she seemed to spend the afternoon cooking -- chicken for the masses and a veggie quiche for me plus cornbread and roasted vegetables and stuffing and even cranberry sauce -- preview of Thanksgiving), 2 bathrooms and laundry included. Not sure how to process all this good fortune. But loving it.

 And we just crossed (barely) into the Eastern time zone! 

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