We finally rode the famous Lake Okeechobee’s rim last week. Janet and Mike Pryor let us borrow their bicycles, a couple of mountain bike “Got Milk?” specials. As my sports buddies constantly tell each other, it’s not the arrow, it’s the Indian. So we weren’t afraid of these iron horses. We rode these two experienced bicycles out of the park and up to the rim of the levee.
The morning was windy and the day beautiful. We rode into a strong enough headwind we thought we might not need to pedal home after reversing course. At the three-mile mark we stopped and sat awhile at a covered bench. Within a few minutes we heard the loud honking (almost like a donkey braying) noise of Sandhill Cranes and, looking up to our right, we saw two Sandhill Cranes coming in for a landing. They ignored us, digging (more like piercing) with their long pointed beaks for their food.
It was nice to cruise along the canal from the side opposite U.S. Highway 441 (for you Georgia and NC readers, this is the same Hwy 441 connecting Gatlinburg, TN to Franklin, NC, to Commerce, GA). We have traveled up and down this local section of 441 and seen the businesses and homes along the canal. This time we were able to view it all from the other side. We didn’t know the canal was as wide as it is, and we saw again Lake Okeechobee is absolutely huge. And yes, we did pedal much less to return home from this ride.