There are, indeed, some hills in Florida. They were not big hills, mind you, but they did require a modicum of exertion. The most noteworthy part of the ride was a 6.5-mile bike path teeming with bird life and smelling sweetly of honeysuckle. I saw dozens of cardinals and a couple of bluebirds.
Much of the ride was through farmland where we came across these self-described “habberknockers.” I have no idea what this means so I hope it’s not offensive. They were hunting turkeys and repairing the fence around “the little woman’s garden.”
We also came along this aptly-named lane.
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