Here are a few pictures from yesterday I forgot to post.

This is the inside of the train car as we crossed from one island to another yesterday.

This was a view from the balcony off my room about 9:30. Notice the moon rising. Yes, that’s my wash hanging out to dry.

The ride today was only about 45 miles, mostly thru farmland.  In a way, an off day.  I took a bunch of pictures of two villages we passed thru so you can get a feel for the scenery in the towns.

Chris and Brian at an outdoor cafe in Faaborg. Chris needed another cup of coffee because he complained we got him up too early.

This gentleman is Jess Anthill, whom we met in the same town square. He is getting ready for his annual solo ride from Copenhagen to Paris in Sept. It is 1100 kilo and he has been doing it for over 15 years. He is 69 years old. Most enjoyable visiting with him.

Another pic of the square in Faaborg.

Our last ferry ride from Bojden to Fynshav. I won’t try to pronounce. Nothing is pronounced like the spelling in English. Isn’t Brian doing a great job with his fingers?

Pic from the bow of the ferry.

Our little old bikes with all the cars and trucks.

Brian’s daily ritual. Check into the hotel, shower and go find an outdoor cafe to have a beer or two. Beth, you are dearly missed this trip.

This is from the town square of Sonderborg. A pleasant stroll after dinner. Another difference without Beth along. We walk everywhere. If it’s not close, chances are we are not going.

A pleasant night down by the harbor of Sonderborg. My last pic of the day.

A sunny day for a change and it actually got warm.  69 miles, two flats (Brian and I) and a train ride in order to get from one island to the next.  One more ferry ride tomorrow and we will be on the Jutland peninsula which connects to Germany.

Mostly agricultural between towns with these beautiful town squares.  They seem to be next to the cathedral(Lutheran, although probably Catholic at one time) and the city hall.  Usually very old stone and/or brick buildings.  I’ll try to take some pictures tomorrow of some town squares.

Chris’right knee is bothering him.  It seems to have settled down tonight.  I guess a couple beers helped.  Fortuneately it didn’t start acting up until the last 7 miles or so. This was a long day.  We should sleep well tonight.  We just finished a great dinner outside.  I had a white fish called ‘hac’ or our waitress was pulling my leg..  The waitstaff on this trip have been kidding us a lot.  They’re all fun.  They speak great English, sometimes better than Texans.

Now I will try to post some pics of the day.

Brian having lunch at a roadside rest stop.

Friday likes his breaks too. It is not a circus bike.

Loving these bike lanes. We had them almost the whole day. WOW I wish the states would start doing this and the road surface of the bike lanes and roads is much better than PA.

Picture taken from the train window. We got on and rode the train one stop in order to get to the other side of a body of water. 10 minute ride. No other way across.

Copenhagen street scene. Notice the sign on the green building in the background.

Rain rain go away, don’t come out the rest of this trip.  Gorgeous sunny morning that clouded up, rained when we were leaving Copenhagen and rained most of the way to Roskilde, our destination for tonight.  The clouds cleared and we enjoyed a beautiful sunny afternoon.  A good thing.  We needed the sun to dry our shoes.

A relaxed moment at outdoor cafe in Roskilde.

Brian and Tim in Germany with the Baltic Sea in the background.

I am trying to add pictures to this post but struggling to succeed.  If the blog seems disjointed, it’s because I have been told to add pictures.

This was a sample of the gravel roads we were on from Ystad to Malmö on Sunday afternoon.  Fortunately no cars were encountered on this one.

Brian and I in Helsingor with Hamlet’s castle in the background.  Yes, Hamlet from Shakespeare.  That Hamlet.

I am fascinated by the similarity between English and Swedish. This sign is an example of what I mean.

The literal interpretation of this sign is:  “This is where we are building fiber for the future.”  Bygger is building.  Fiber is fiber.  For is for.  Framtident is future.  Looks like “from today”.  See what I mean.

That’s enough for tonight.  I’ll get better at inserting pictures into my blog since Mark isn’t with us and Brian has no phone to take pictures.  A casualty of the rain soaking on Sunday.  He hasn’t blogged yet because he is so out of sorts not having a phone.  Major bummer!!!!!

Here is a collection of the pictures I’ve taken so far. I also took a picture of the burger I just ate, but I guess my camera crashed. Oh well.

Coming off the ferry from Rostock to Trelleborg.

Me, Maja and Dad. I was very, very tired.

Kronborg Castle from the ferry heading into Helsingoer.

Nyhavn, Copenhagen.

Dad not looking at the camera in front of Nyhavn.

After the ‘night of noise,’ we woke up, showered (except for Tim – I guess dad takes his second shower for him?) and had breakfast. I grabbed an apple for the road while the guys each made themselves sandwiches. They can actually make do with a sandwich for lunch despite all the miles we’re putting in – I guess that’s why neither of them have the pot belly I do. It was a cinch getting on to Cycling Route 9 from Helsingoer to Copenhagen and the route itself was a breeze as well. When I did my trip around here two years ago, the Helsingborg – Copenhagen part was the second leg. Back then, I had a serious headwind and it was as hard as the Trelleborg – Helsingborg leg the day before, even though it was probably less than half the distance. I had left in the morning and didn’t make it to Copenhagen until 3:00 p.m. at the earliest. Today, we had a tailwind and were in Copenhagen by 11:00 a.m. (after having taken a break!). I’m not sure if it was solely the tailwind, but I felt a lot better today. If I got dropped on climbs, it was minor. My dad did most of the leading, but I was in front at times as well and rarely fell to the rear. Hopefully, my legs will stay this fresh.

I had originally planned on maybe taking the guys on the tour of the Carlsberg brewery, but since these guys don’t really want to do any touristy things, I just took them to Nyhavn. I thought they might want get something to eat or at least have a beer at one of the outdoor cafes along the harbor, but they just wanted to head to Roskilde. Still, they loved it and said that it was definitely worth the detour.

It had been mostly blue skies up to this point, but we started to feel little droplets of rain. It never got terrible – never wet enough to break a phone – but we did get wet again and Tim had to dry my shoes in the sun upon arrival (yes, the sun came out just as we pulled into our hotel’s courtyard).

Heading out of Copenhagen, I ended up dropping the guys. I guess I’m more used to the aggressive riding style of the city, but I stopped and waited for them twice to catch up. I know my dad did a ton of city riding back in the eighties, but he must be more out of practice than I am. Again, even though our route took us in an L-shape (first south, now west), we still had a tailwind.

Somewhere along the way, we decided to get out of the rain and right at that point, we spotted a McDonald’s off to the side. I got myself a McChicken meal but my dad and Tim just had colas while they ate their stolen sandwiches. (You guys do realize we can buy warm meals between cities in Denmark, right?) My (replacement) Fitbit is working fine, but it stopped syncing with my phone after our McDonald’s stop. I guess I’ll have to wait until Antje brings a charger to the vacation home so I can reset it.

We were able to take one road from Helsingoer to Copenhagen and likewise one road basically the whole way from Copenhagen to Roskilde (aptly titled “Roskildevej” – pronounced ‘Ros-kill-uh-vai’ or as my phone says ‘Ros-kild-vedge’). Our hotel, the Zleep, is located inside a courtyard and lacks any signage, so we ended up guessing that it was here based on what my phone said and the address we had.

Post-arrival, I got to talk to Antje and the kids while Tim was out drying my shoes in the sun. After writing my first blog entry, I went to the ironing room to try to dry out my cycling clothes and struggled to find the setting that was warm enough to evaporate some moisture while not hot enough to burn lycra. I then met the guys outside in the courtyard. My dad had already had two beers by this point and was looking forward to another. Tim finally managed to pick up not one, but two maps of Denmark, so he was finally at peace. I tried calling Ted, my mom and Beth with the latter eventually being successful after the second or third attempt. Beth and I reminisced briefly about our trip to Roskilde in 2001 – fifteen years ago! I actually realized after talking to her that I had visited Roskilde a total of three times before today: I forgot about the 2002 trip right before I went to study Swedish in Uppsala. I originally forgot because all I did was spend the night here after seeing Mum play in Copenhagen. I did, however, remember the time I spent here with Antje while she was going to study in Odense. Antje: wasn’t it our last night together that summer? I have this vague memory of getting back to Roskilde from Copenhagen late, waking up in the middle of the night and getting sick and then taking a train a few hours later to get to the airport. I have no recollection of ever flying out of Copenhagen airport though, so that last part could be a mistake. At any rate, it was 11 years ago and my memory is foggy. I’m definitely getting old. Just ask my legs.

Dinner was just around the corner at the building attached to our hotel. I finally got my burger. It was a big “spicy” burger with bacon and jalapenos and came with huge steak fries. It was great – I really need something like this during the day though so my legs can take advantage of the energy spike. I also had two beers from my favorite brewery: Mikkeller. Mom called back when we were being served bread (I could still get the hotel’s wi-fi from the restaurant) and talked to dad, Tim and me for a bit. After dinner, we walked to the cathedral, went back to our room and quickly decided we should get ice cream, so we went to this place that had self-serve soft-serve ice cream. I frantically tried to get it to swirl around in my cup, but the ice cream just came too fast and all I could do was layer it haphazardly. But in trying my best to get it to swirl, I totally overfilled the cup – I guess I just wasn’t paying attention. Still, my kiwi-vanilla ice cream was great. We walked around some more and ate our ice creams and eventually made it back to the hotel. Dad spent a lot of time trying to explain to Tim how to upload photos to the blog (then promptly fell asleep at 8:15), so you should be seeing some sights. I’m afraid my phone is mostly attached to my bike’s stem, so I haven’t taken too many pictures, but I’ll see what I have to share before publishing this post.

We had a comparatively easy day ahead of us after the whole Trelleborg – Ystad – Malmoe leg of the day before (I think when we told Maja what we did, her comment was “I didn’t think that was possible”). I had done this leg in its entirety before, but a lot of the roads my phone tooks us on were different from last time. One thing I find so striking is how many golf courses there are in southern Sweden. I haven’t kept count, but we must have seen around ten. At one point, we were even riding through one and I had to pass the lawnmower on the path. But there’s one particular course before coming into Landskrona that’s especially beautiful. It’s on a cliff overlooking the Baltic and you can see Denmark across the sound. It’s just gorgeous, but it’s also on a section of road that’s just a looong uphill. On the plus side: you have time to take it in. On the downside: you’re getting majorly dropped by two dudes in their sixties. I think it was at this point that I felt my worst I have on the trip so far – my legs were just aching and the guys ultimately had to wait for me at the top of the hill. We made our way past Landskrona and decided we needed to stock up. So we found a grocery store called Stora Coop and – due to the name – I proceeded to worry that it was like a Costco membership store until we checked out. We bought a bunch of cereal bars and some bananas (I was hoping for a sandwich, but alas they didn’t have any prepared food). I kind of had to use my Swedish with the cashier – he needed to check dad’s ID and couldn’t make heads or tails out of his PA driver’s license. I think he just gave up. We ate outside the store and soldiered on. The weather was absolutely gorgeous and it finally felt like summer for the first time since I’ve landed in Europe. There were some good downhill stretches heading into Helsingborg that were fun – I could just get in my drops and ride them down without pedaling. (Some respite for a change!)

I had wanted to show my dad and Tim the Keep in Helsingborg – I was able to walk them there, but they had no desire to go up it. I mean, yeah – my legs were tired and the amount of steps there was definitely daunting, but it’s so worth it. Oh well. Now there’s a reason in addition to the Wallender tour in Ystad that I’ll have to drag him back for. We found an Italian restaurant where I started to pick out what giant meal I would order (there was a pasta and sausage plate for a minimum of two people I could have easily handled on my own) but my dad and Tim only wanted a beer. I couldn’t believe it – I was starving and they didn’t seem to be hungry at all. I settled for a large plate of french fries and Tim ultimately decided to order one as well with the intention of splitting it with my dad. I scarfed down mine and looked longingly at the fries they hadn’t had a chance to eat yet, but I kept my cool and just enjoyed my Mariestads beer. I tried to charge my phone inside the restaurant (we were sitting outside), but ever since that rain on the first day, my phone has had a loose connection for charging and only works some of the time (even last night, I was only able to get it up to 81% before the connection was lost). We bought our tickets for the ferry terminal – there were signs saying we would have to show our IDs, but again, our passports weren’t checked (tip for potential refugees trying to make their way to Scandinavia: just bring a bike).

On the ferry, dad and Tim just got coffee, but I grabbed a hot dog. It still didn’t feel like enough food. I wanted a big cheeseburger or something. The ferry ride itself is a half hour tops, so neither Tim nor my dad were able to finish their coffee. We were able to see the Kronborg castle as we approached the harbor into Helsingoer – it looked beautiful on such a sunny day. When we rode off the ferry, I turned my navigation back on and it just said “You have arrived”. Tim checked the address and indeed, we were about 10 feet away from our hotel. After checking in and taking showers, we decided to see if the castle was open. It wasn’t, but the grounds were gorgeous. Helsingoer, also known as Elsinore, is where Hamlet takes place. They apparently perform Hamlet in (or on the grounds of) the castle on a daily basis. After we walked around the castle grounds, we headed into the city to find a place to eat. We again settled on an Italian place – this one was called Pakhuset and the food was really good. My dad got the fish and chips, Tim got tortellini that looked delicious and I got the wienerschnitzel. Both my dad and I got ¾ liter glasses of Carlsberg. I could have had another. As we were about to leave, I considered using the bathroom, but decided against it since we were so close to our hotel. It was at this point that the guys decided to explore the town a bit, so my extremely full bladder would have to wait.

I somehow managed to make it back to the hotel without peeing my pants. I started blogging while Dad took another shower. He has this weird habit of showering after we arrive, before getting into bed and before we leave for the day. I asked him why and he said “because I already paid for it and showers are enjoyable”. It’s true – showers are enjoyable, but his statement still kind of reminded me of the episode of Seinfeld where Kramer installs a garbage disposal in his shower as a way of spending more time in the shower.

We went to bed and my dad proceeded to snore in ways I didn’t think people could snore. If I were to do it for you, you would probably think I was way overexaggerating. In addition to the general loud inhalation aspect of snoring, his exhalation involved making extended cartoon-y propeller sounds with his lips. Thinking back to it, I find it funny, but at the time I just couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I was too tired to wake him up – I just hoped he would stop. I’m not sure how long it took, but I was ultimately able to get some sleep, but when I woke up this morning, I definitely didn’t feel as rested as the day before. The first words out of Tim’s mouth this morning were “Nancy’s a saint”. I’m beginning to understand why my mom spends summers down in Ocean City. Our hotel tonight has a bed in a separate alcove. Tim and I will be sharing a bed and dad’s been relegated to behind a closed door. Here’s hoping Tim sleeps on his side tonight.

Trelleborg to Ystad was mostly smooth sailing. We had a tailwind most of the way. We followed the Sverige Cyckelstigen (I think that’s what it’s called) bike route, which made some odd turns from time to time. Tim was getting frustrated at the whole ‘bike path is on the left side of the road… no, we’re going to cross the road and put the bike path on the right side of the road’ spiel and just decided to take the E9 after a certain point. My dad and I stuck to the paths, partly because both of us saw signs saying no bikes on the E9 (but oddly didn’t see anything like that for the E65, which was more highway-like). I think Tim got beeped at only once.

Very early in the ride, Tim and my dad saw a sign that said that Ystad was only 11 km away, so my dad was a bit disappointed that things were taking a little longer. Tim was convinced we had missed it at a certain point (despite the fact that we were hugging the coast). This section was beautiful, but I was starting to tire when coming into Ystad. I’m unfortunately not in shape for a 500+ mile bike ride across Denmark.

We found a cafe at Stortorget (the main square), unnecessarily locked up our bikes and went to eat at the cafe directly next to where we locked up the bikes. Dad and Tim had hickory bagels and I had a chicken and mozzarella sandwich that wasn’t that great (their bagels looked much better) as well as coffee and a “mudcake” with whipped cream. I realized my thighs were pretty sore once we were getting up to leave. I felt bad that I didn’t get to show my dad more of Ystad – there’s at least one residential area, one other town square and the police station (you know, the one from Wallender) that I really wanted to show my dad. If I had been in better shape, I probably would have insisted, but I was somewhat relieved we were cutting things a bit short. I knew we were going to have a headwind heading to Malmoe, and it was going to be quite a hike as well. Did you guys know they have Wallender-themed walking tours? In English, they’re held at 6:00 p.m. in the summer.

We initially picked the quickest path to Malmoe via E65; it’s basically a highway. Google Maps gave it to me as an option for bike directions, so I figured it couldn’t be that bad. It started out okay (we were still pretty far from the city and it was Sunday morning traffic), but after about 5 miles (10? between 5 and 10), we started getting honked at and things just felt dicey. I thought I saw a bike path and pulled on it, but it turned into a gravel road that went in another direction. We initially decided to jump a ditch and get back on E65, but then just decided to see where that road took us, so we crossed over the ditch again. This is when I started navigating by phone. It took us up and down lots of windy, rolling gravel paths – both a map and printed directions would have done us no good and even navigating has proven difficult (“Turn Left” doesn’t mean much when there are multiple lefts, but when the road has no name, how can it be more specific?). I started getting dropped on these rolling hills (when they were paved at least – the gravel was slowing the guys down) and there were a few times when the guys were out of sight. Oh well. I’m at least 10 pounds overweight – maybe this trip will get me back on track?

I did recognize a few roads heading into Malmoe from my last biking tour of Sweden/Denmark. Two years ago, I did a three-day solo trip of Trelleborg – Malmoe – Landskrona – Helsingborg – Helsingoer – Copenhagen – Koege – Gedser. Overall, I feel like there’s no good way to bike into Malmoe from either Trelleborg or Ystad. The only direct road is a highway and everything else is an unnamed backroad.

There had been some sun, some clouds, and a few minor showers for our ride, but as we were approaching the city limit, it started really pouring down. We were getting soaked, my phone was on my bike’s stem and getting soaked, my shoes were getting drenched and I was feeling pretty cold. We took a few breaks under trees and a bridge, but mostly just continued on our winding path until my phone’s battery died basically as we were entering the center of town. At this point though, we had a good idea of where our hotel was. I flagged down some security guy to ask for directions for the last step and he radioed someone for the answer. He was able to just about get us there (he only had us turning left onto our street instead of right).

The hotel room was gigantic. We were able to set up a drying station behind the desk in the corner. I went to work on my shoes with the hair dryer since my biking shoes are the only shoes I have and I didn’t want to have to go out to dinner with wet shoes. Unfortunately, although my phone was the one exposed to the rain, it was my dad’s phone that bit the dust. He had served as official photographer up to this point, so those pictures of Ystad and before and one random stop in the middle of nowhere between Ystad and Malmoe are probably lost to eternity.

I was able to talk to Antje and set up a time to meet up with my friend Maja before taking a much-needed nap.

Back when I lived in Brooklyn, I met Maja while looking for a way to keep up my conversational Swedish. Maja and I rarely spoke Swedish to each other (and my Swedish is totally awful these days – THANKS, MAJA), but she has been one of my best friends ever since. Although she’s a native of Gothenburg, she’s been living in Malmoe for the past three years, which has been awesome: we realized last night that I’ve been able to visit her every year since she’s been living in Malmoe thanks to the Rostock-Trelleborg ferry connection. I’m in that area of Germany 1-2 times a year, so I’ll likely continue to take that ferry once a year for the foreseeable future.

Maja took us to a boules-themed French restaurant (it may have even been called “Boules”). I actually used to play boules regularly with a couple of coworkers when I was working in Manhattan, but I was way too exhausted yesterday to stand long enough to play a round. I think we were all exhausted (Maja included). Dinner was excellent and we took Maja back to our hotel for another round of drinks afterwards. It was a blast spending time with her. I don’t remember when we called it a night (I think I called it a night) – it was probably around 9:30 p.m., but for me, it felt like 3:00 a.m. I just wanted to go to bed, but then I realized I had a ton of clothes that were still wet that I needed to wear the next day. So I spent another hour with the iron, the hair dryer and figuring out the best way to lay out clothes along the towel warmer so that they would dry. I’m not sure all my efforts were needed, but everything was dry the following morning, so either way: mission accomplished. My dad’s snoring did not keep me up.

When Tim and Beth worked out the route last night, we decided to stay on U.S. 90 East for most of the ride today, instead of using the Adventure Cycling Assocation (ACA) maps.  That saved us about 15 miles, which was great!  There were rolling hills from Tallahassee to Monticello (the county seat of Jefferson County – imagine that!), after which it was basically flat until we rode into Madison.  We had about 7 more miles of riding to get to our hotel, which is at the intersection of Interstate 10 and Florida 53.  With some headwinds, those were tough final miles at the end of the ride.  Here are just a few photos I took along the ride – Mark has some really good ones today.

Tim checking the maps at our first stop.

Mark’s half beefcake shot of the day.

Lake Miccosukee from US 90.

Jefferson County Courthouse in Monticello, FL.

Tim reading a historical marker in Greenville, FL.

After making it to our Best Western outside of Madison, we all enjoyed a celebratory beer, after which we went back to our rooms to shower and nap.  We met up a few hours later and Beth drove us back to downtown Madison for dinner at the Rancho Grande Mexican Restaurant, where we all enjoyed an excellent meal!

Interior of Rancho Grande Mexican Restaurant in downtown Madison, FL.  The food was excellent!

Prickly pear and agave plant in downtown Madison, FL. I just could not pass up this photo op!

Live Oak with Spanish Moss in downtown Madison, FL.

Tomorrow we ride to High Springs, FL and I am hoping Tim finds a way to cut some miles out of the 90 mile ACA route.

A good day and not too exhausting. I am now in shorts for the first time in 2016,lounging around waiting for Brian and Beth to return from their trip to the state capital building. Mark and I did laundry, both mine and Brian’s. You’re most welcome brother. It is so nice to have clean clothes again.

We played name an iconic saying from a classic movie on the ride today in honor of the Oscars which none of us stayed up to watch. Mark came up with the most sayings. A few samples: “WILSONNNN”, “Here’s looking at you Babe”, “Life is like a box of chocolates”, “There’s no place like home, there’s no place like home”, to name a few. That took our mind off the pedaling for a few hours today.

We are all very impressed with the roads in Florida. By far, the smoothest we have ridden on our cross country adventure. Most of the time we have had a bike lane. We have now ridden thru two cities in Florida, Pensacola and Tallahassee. Neither one has been a problem. We’ll see what it’s like riding out of Tallahassee tomorrow morning. Another observation is Google bike directions took us thru the campus of Florida State to get to our hotel. We were on ‘Legacy Walk’ its entire length. No cars, just students walking and biking between classes. Another first for Southern Tier.

Matt flew in tonight so he will be with us the rest of our ride to St. Augustine. His bike is already assembled so he’s ready. It will be nice to have him along. Time to go to sleep. Gotta take care of this old body.

We left the Fairfield Inn in Marianna at about 7:25 a.m. after eating a breakfast that was not as large as I usually eat, since for some reason I just wasn’t that hungry this morning.  As a result, I was pretty hungry most of today’s ride, except after we ate lunch in Gretna, FL.  We stayed on US 90 East for almost all of the ride, until we made it to Tallahassee, at which point Google Bike maps took us off of US 90 and onto downtown streets and even campus walkways of Florida State University.  We completed the 68 miles in under 6 hours, despite a good amount of rolling hills, some of which were quite steep.  But the road surface was excellent and we had a shoulder to ride on most of the time, and even dedicated bike lanes more than I would have expected.

Here are some of today’s pictures.

Tim in his other Florida biking jersey at our first stop along US 90. Did Matt or Marcia get this this one? I’m sure we’ll find out tomorrow when Matt joins us.

Prickly pear cactus and agave plant along US 90. This was actually the 2nd time I had seen some prickly pear, but this time I decided to stop and take a photo.

Mark and Tim at our lunch break in Gretna. We each enjoyed a coke at lunch – not a Diet or a Coke Zero – an actual regular Coke – it was good!

Tim and Mark having a post-ride celebratory beer in Beth’s room at our Tallahassee hotel.

We played some trivia again today, and in honor of the Oscars it was movie trivia.  We had to give a famous line from a movie as the clue, and the response needed to be the name of the movie and the year it was made.  For example:

“What we have here is a failure to communicate!” (We actually passed some inmates working in a field, guarded by correctional institute officers, when Mark gave this line. Is that a big enough hint?)

“Frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn!”

“Here’s looking at you, kid.”

“There’s no place like home.  There’s no place like home.”

“That’s a trick question.  Chevy didn’t make a 442 cubic engine in 1968.” or something close to that.

“Who are those guys?”

“How do they do that?”

We also did some trivia on Philadelphia sports teams.  For example, How many Eagles quarterbacks can you name? What number was on Mike Schmidt’s  jersey? Wilt Chamberlin’s # was what?  Pete Retzlaff’s jersey # was what?

After making it to the hotel and having a beer with Tim and Mark, I took a shower and then Beth and I did some sight seeing.  We toured the Florida State Capitol Building and then walked through the Museum of Florida History, a short walk from the Capitol Building.  Here are a few shots from our sight seeing expedition.

Great seal of the State of Florida, located in the Capitol Building.

A few Florida Facts listed on a wall in the Capitol Building.

View of the Museum of Florida History from the 22nd Floor Observatory in the Florida Capitol Building.  That’s where Beth and I finished up our sight seeing.

Skeleton of a Mastadon in the Museum of Florida History.

While Beth and I were sight seeing, Tim and Mark were doing laundry, which I very much appreciate!  Tomorrow’s ride is to Madison, FL and we’ll have Tim’s son Matt along from Tallahasee to St. Augustine.  Welcome aboard Matt!