It’s July. IT’S JULY!!! Could there be a better time to go to the jungle in Mexico. Of course it’s 125 degrees in Death Valley and the west is breaking all kinds of high temperature records. A steaming jungle in Mexico looks to be a better choice.

The dog goes to the dog spa and I get an 8am start out of Clermont. That’s easily 4 hours later than I’d like, but dog spa hours are dog spa hours. Such is the life of the rich and canine.

The temps in Florida are great with blue skies. That makes for a good omen for a 1200 mile run to San Antonio. All is not Florida and around Pensacola the rain pain begins and continues for the next two days.

A Noah spin-off movie is playing in the theatres, the real thing is happening all around my bike. By Covington, LA the rain has beat me down and I call it a day at an overpriced motel with about 600 miles.