I woke this morning committed to cleaning out some of my kit. The daybefore I had donated a few things as I rolled through Gator town. I figuredtoday would be no different. So I set about unloading BOB completely andgoing through everything. The pile grew bigger by the moment. It turnedout that my mother arranged for a friend to meet me and pick up the sparegear.
Because if my little house cleaning ordeal I was off late so antexpectations of big miles were tossed out. It was quite dark on the horizonand as I pedaled through Alachua county the skies grew more ominous by themile.
By about the 25 mile mark it began to lightly rain on and off so I knew myday was coming to a close. I don't mind the rain at all but the temperaturewas falling and the clouds were making it even darker than normal. Aroundmile 33 the skies opened up and it just poured. You know the kind of rainwhere all you can do is keep your head down and watch as the water spins upfrom your wheels as fast as it is hitting the ground.
It was only a matter of moments before I was completely soaked and chilled.I committed to stopping at the first place available, even if if it meant Ihad to pay. One of the two campgrounds that surrounds Itchetuknee springsappeared and it was a done deal.
Luckily the owners gave me a break and use of the pavilion because theheavens let loose and it poured something fierce. The pavillion roofsounded like a war zone as the tree branches crashed down all night long.
Day 5 should be drier but colder as the front continues to push south. Itshould be a great day even if my gear is still a bit wet.
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