At the Atlantic.

I laughed when I saw it.

This gaggle hustled across the path right in front of me, and then stopped so I could take their picture, honking furiously while they waited.

Looking down the paths between these perfectly regular rows to what was beyond as I ride by was like looking into a giant zoetrope.

It was beautiful.

Visibility was less than .25 mile

I’ve seen a couple of towns in Florida that have courthouse squares similar to those in Texas. I’m approaching Monticello’s here.

Tallahassee apparently has a number of these canopy roads and protects them. I rode along this one for about 10 miles today, and it was beautiful.

I saw these guys just east of Monticello and called out to them; we circled around and had a good talk. They rode down the Atlantic from Virginia and then got on the Southern Tier route

This place’s schtick is that it straddles the state line. At midnight, all the customers get herded over to the Florida half, because of the different liquor licenses.

A lot of the minor side roads in this part of the country have quirky names, often named after a local person—I remember "Clara & Clara Rd" for example. It would have been impractical to document even a fraction of them, but I had to grab this one.

Not just from Texas, apparently.

Sadly, this wasn’t representative of the whole day’s riding, but this tree-shaded road was an iconic view

Somehow I thought these were only in New Orleans. Guess not.

He’s surprisingly affectionate—trying to get me to scratch his head here.