Topsail Hill Preserve State Park, Santa Rosa Island FL

 Nice stay in Pensacola, brew pub then the Methodist Church were lots of fun. Leisurely departure after breakfast since we were crossing a long busy bridge. The bike/pedestrian separate lane was closed off fur to construction, so Beth Ann escorted us, following  behind  with flashers on. Of course there was one jerk who blew his horn blasting past her and trying to pull into our lane. We make it over to Gulf Breeze and then the Gulf Islands National Seashore, a long stretch of barrier beach and lovely white sand dunes. Which don't seem to offer much protection since the water seems high -- may just be high tide but still. Lots of pricey shore front houses on stilts or fancy condos and tall complexes and  hotels on this redneck Riviera.



Warms up to mid 70s but a cool feel to the day. Push against slight headwind, eventually cross back to mainland over a scary narrow bridge sidewalk. Then lots and lots of traffic, sometimes a bike lane, sometimes a shoulder, sometimes just mile after mile of strip mall. Tiring day for just 66 miles and getting to state park at 3 pm. 

Where I quickly set up tent and took shower so I could go shopping for dinner and then cook and cleanup and map meeting and now this in my tent at 8pm.

83 mile day tomorrow, and of course breakfast duty first.


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