It's been nearly 2 weeks on the road and I'm just starting to feel like myself. Arrived late yesterday at my favorite hostel at the beach, Hotel Deauville in Fort Lauderdale, and it's more comfortable than ever. Had a hard day today of biking 30 miles, lunch by the pool, an afternoon by the ocean, and now playing catch-up in many ways. No wonder I'm back! After 1.5 weeks in a tent in self-imposed isolation, it's nice to be here where people from all over the world come-and-go.
My first stop this year was Dickinson State Park in Hobe Sound; a lovely 11,000 acre spot on the Loxahatchee River. The first person I spoke with (who shared an amazing rum & fresh OJ with lime cocktail) was from the Eastern Shore of Virginia! Very odd. My new tent is glorious and I hope the photos speak for how lovely the park is.
I then moved up the road about 16 miles to a county campground in Stuart; yes, I'm checking out Martin County. This was 10 miles west of the beach so I felt that I was spending too much time in my car. That said, the camp hosts at this spot could not have been nicer and I gleaned interesting info about the area from "true locals" at the park, on the beach, while picnicking, etc. People love to talk if you just say "hello"! The Riverwalk along Downtown Stuart is charming but I'm lukewarm on the area. It seems that 90% of the people are white and over 65; tough to tell during high-season who really lives there.
Where next? Not sure what's on the itinerary in a week as I follow the weather (I want to be warm!) and await a pending work scenario that could take me further west. Seeing friends and enjoying life day-to-day.
Cyclist, writer, teacher, avid reader, bike/ped advocate, nomad, pie lover