|Palms alongPalm Beach. What a concept!|
Today's change in plans didn't involve weather or injury or kayak or bike repairs just a simple flat tire. We went to the closest Toyota dealer to have it fixed and entered a new culture of load voices and high energy. Chris couldn't even understand the technician, and I, with my southern background, had to translate for him. I do miss diversity in Maine. By the time we were out of the dealership, there was not enough daylight left to kayak. So once again I mounted my trusty folding bicycle.
The ride began with a huge hill - a high bridge. I was so pleased I was able to get to the top without stopping. My cycling legs are getting used to the small range of gears in the folder. Then down the other side into a neighborhood where I had the wrong color skin. But I did have the right transportation mode, and found my fellow cyclists exceedingly friendly and helpful, and a little surprised to see me there.
|One of many pawn shops|
As I passed bus stops shelters I was going slow enough to notice the blankets of the homeless tucked up into the rafters. When traveling by bike or kayaking under bridges, it is so much easier to notice the evedence of homelessness. At boat ramps the homeless use the restrooms, and there were signs noting when there would be distributions of free soap, etc. At one public ramp, an older man came up to us asking if the exciting item he had just found was a "Kodak or radio?" His smile widened when Chris showed him it was not only a radio, but also a flashlight, and that the batteries still worked. In central Florida, when I passed through the Ocala national Forest, I was told about the homeless veterans who live there. At the Rotary Club in the Villages they were collecting those little hotel shampoos and soaps, as well as plastic grocery bags for those homeless veterans. The bags can be crocheted into sleeping mats, such as these I saw on Yahoo Makers.
|Sleeping mats for the homeless made out of plastic bags.|
During my usual rural or suburban travels the homeless are much more invisible.
After passing east over the next bridge, I descended into the different world of Palm Beach, with lovely large mansions and complexly manicured tropical hedges The spray paint markings on the well maintained roads now were made by the municipality to indicate spots that needed repair.
|Palm Beach street|
I was so tired that I crossed back on the next bridge and finished my day riding through the much rougher neighborhoods. I was glad to arrive right before sunset at the public boat ramp where Chris had just arrived to pick me up
- Tire sensors that warn you when you have a screw in your tire
- Trains whistling as they pass alongside our suburban campground
- A tail wind on the bike
- Cooler weather
- Chris showing up at all the right places!
Start location: Riviera Beach, FL Launch time: 2:10 pm
End location: Delray Beach Land time: 5:20 pm
Average speed: 9.6 mph Max Speed: 20 mph
Total expedition miles with kayak and bike: 2238 Motor-portage miles: 404
Kayak Storage: Easterlin Broward County Park
Host: Chris Percival