Day Thirty Eight: To Pensacola

6AM: Wake on shower stall floor under bright fluorescent lights, sleep pad now regrettably soggy; text Lizzie “I’m up” and pack hurriedly as a man enters and starts a shower two stalls down. I chuckle and make innane side comment, as if to distinguish myself as a person who…

Day Thirty Seven: Of Beaches and Bathroom Stalls

Distance: 35 mi.

Song of the Day: Oasis — Wonderwall

Joke Song of the Day: Van Halen — Panama

Day Thirty (Con’t), Day Thirty One: Race to the Gators

Ten more miles and our shammies have dried thoroughly, side roads reunite with trusty Route 84, a four lane touchstone offering a good shoulder and running all the way to Texas.