Anne and I headed up to the Lake Okeechobee Scenic Trail this weekend, not so much to ride the LOST as to go past the paved trail at the northwest corner and ride through the small neighborhoods in Buckhead Ridge.
Most of the residents are snowbirds from the Midwest who are like Jimmy John Shark who love fishing and rural life.
We only logged about 20 miles, but we saw an interesting mix of homes, waved at a bunch of people, snagged what I hoped was a wild orchid to replace one I found in Okeechobee years ago (it wasn’t) and let Texas Gal Anne moo at some cows.
Surly LHT needed a rest
There was a killer head wind on the way back, but that worked out fine. We were going slow enough that we spotted several gators, a bunch of great blue herons and other wading birds and scores of some kind of eggs along the trail. Someone had, obviously, been chowing down. I’ll have to ask Gary Ritter, who lives out there and rides almost every day, what they were. I’m thinking they might be turtle eggs dug up by raccoons.
My Surly Long Haul Trucker got tired fighting the wind, so I let it rest for a few minutes.