My brother directs me to the Florida Toll Road, which will take me north past Orlando without so many trucks. It's a good road, smooth and fast, but expensive. Since Florida is so flat, we make good time. The sky starts to darken and since yesterdays drenching is still clear in my mind, we stop and put on the raingear. Sure enough, ten minutes later, it started. We kept going since the whole purpose of changing to freeways was to make time. Still, you can only do so much so we pulled off the freeway and under an overhang at a Shell station. It rained to beat the band but we were dry under the overhang.

A fellow asked me if I could see in the rain. I told him it was getting hard and that's why I had pulled off the freeway. He said he was behind me and felt sorry for us. We laughed and after 10 to 15 minutes, we headed out into a diminishing rain. Within another 20 minutes it stopped altogether. I don't have to worry about no stinking rain!

As we got closer to Georgia, Florida's flatness started to change, ever so slightly. I got fooled once again when I mistook a series of large trees, mixed in with groves of small and medium sized trees, as a small hill. It was the difference in tree height that fooled me.

As we entered Georgia, the countryside did change somewhat and there actually were small hills. As this point in the ride, any change in terrain height makes for more interesting riding. I immediately liked Georgia better than Florida.

We kept the rain gear on for most of the rest of the day. Since I'm trying to get back to California, I didn't stop to take any pictures today. Maybe tomorrow. We ate munchies in our room and got to bed early.