Today 58 miles from Amelia Island to St. Augustine, FL

Yesterday when we left highway 17 and turned onto hwy A1A, we left southern Georgian poverty and entered into northern Florida beaches and encountered extreme opulence. Peddling miles along old highways expose the extremes of this country. The nostalgic use of plantation names for estates is disturbing along with the lack discussion of how the early wealth of the area was built on the backs of slaves in museums we visited. However, photos I posted yesterday of the Gullah Geechee museum represents a local family reclaiming the history that is left out of the textbooks and state funded museums. 

Last night's weather made us doubt our ability to arrive in St. Augustine dry. But dry we did arrive, albeit me dressed in 4 layers.

We went through beach towns, a nature  reserve with the beach hugging us as the road traveled through the barrier island. My least favorite biking is when the road follows strip malls with heavy traffic, but we peddle through those areas with my shouts from back saying, "I'm not sure the car turning sees us" so we can enjoy the return to a two lane road with birds, trees and the ocean accompanying us as we take it all in.