Aside from the interesting conversations, these people were full of life and killer tour-guides. I spent the entire next day riding with them around town checking out the sites of the “Oldest City in America.”

We cruised around all day–it was the best tour of any town I had been through this entire trip. Bikes are pretty cool ways to go about something like this, especially when you leave the 40 pound trailer behind.

Figured Longboard Santa should make the cut:

We also checked out the beach. There weren’t any waves, but we took our bikes out and rode them on the beach. That was wild, and when the tide is low enough, you can really get moving…Then they took me to a spot that might have sealed the deal for a return trip. Apparently, this place gives Seacrets a run for their money:

 

We found some shade and took a breather:

 

 

 

 

Then Frank almost took us out on the Hobie Cat. After being inspired by my ride, he’s hoping to go on a big sail with Ryan in a few months. I wish I knew the first thing about sailing.

 

We crossed the bridge into the main part of town for a late lunch. They took off as soon as the bridge connected back down. I’m a newb, and waited for the little things to move out of my way–I almost lost them.

 

 

Found them for lunch:

 

 

Then we checked out the fort. The thing is made of tiny seashells! This allowed for it to absorb cannonballs, and it is one of the longest standing fortresses in the US.

 

 

 

 

 

This town is a hidden gem. I was going to roll straight through it if Alex hadn’t told me otherwise. I had made some good friends in St. Augustine, and I was happy to get to enjoy my surroundings instead of riding straight through them. They were even kind enough to let me stay for another night.