04/12 Tacked on some good miles today. I was thinking about stopping in the last city but some cyclists I met suggested I try this place for some camping spots so I pushed on. The wind didn’t help. What does a guy have to do to get a tailwind around here?

Seybaplaya isn’t the beach-side village I thought it was going to be and camping wouldn’t have been a good idea. Whatever industry used to sustain the town either left or seriously slowed down. The free highway runs right through it and where there’d normally be dozens of businesses lining the road very few were open. Many buildings were shuttered up and abandoned. I never did find a restaurant to eat dinner at. Had some good tacos by the town square though. It looks like fishing is the big industry in town and there might be a mining outfit up the road but whatever used to attract people here is gone.

Right at the edge of town the biggest pack of dogs started running after me. There must have been at least 10 of them. Fortunately they were content to just run beside me and bark. My Dog Dazer is toast. Water and/or bouncing around finally got to it. The bamboo stick scared a dog away so at least I have that.

Best part of the day was cresting a little hill and seeing the Gulf of Mexico. It’s been a long time–well over a year since my last trip to Sanibel Island. My GPS says I’m only 800 miles from Miami.

A couple days ago I noticed that the same bolt that broke on my right front pannier broke on the front left one. Hopefully that one doesn’t have to be drilled out too. I’ll worry about it later.

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