Are we there yet, Daddy?: Best weather of the entire trip!

Day 46 was a wonderful day all around!
It was a 68.5 mile run from DeFuniak Springs to Marianna in the best weather a cyclist could ask for: 58deg to start and warmed only to about 70.
Our first order of business was to take a leisurely swing through DeFuniak Springs and I am very glad we did. First was a stop at the oldest Library in Florida, the Walton-DeFuniak Library, established in 1886. It's still there on the shore of the beautiful lake in town and while small it is an amazingly restful place. I went in to take some pics and found that the library offered something for everyone including a collection or antique swords, spears, lances, crossbows, muskets, and other weapons on most of the walls above the books. The view of the lake from the reading area is amazing and there is a "reading garden" next to the building. The HUGE Southern Oak in front was planted in front of the library over 100 years ago and they even have a picture of the planting of the tiny sapling way back when. My lovely daughter Margueritte would love this place!
Around the lake are some magnificent old homes.
DeFuniak Springs is a very beautiful place!

On the ride we had a slight tailwind, maybe 5 mph +-/-. Great roads with smooth shoulders and very little traffic. We FLEW to Marianna!
I had a great ride, hitting 30 to 37mph on the descents and keeping close to 20 for the day even on the slight climbs but even so, I was shocked when I found that I was the first guy in camp. I wasn't paying attention to who I was passing or who was stopped at the SAG stops. Fun, fun fun day!!!!!
On a sad note, the flooding we saw further west is still quite evident here in north Florida. As you can see from the pics below some roads just disappear under the fast-moving flood waters near the rivers and our campground was partially submerged near the banks and the tent area was very soggy, necessitating a "doormat"/walkway to some tents (including mine) made form an old, dead air mattress. The moment you stepped into the tent you could feel the water squishing in the mud under the tent floor.
Oh, and by the way, this will be our last night in tents!!!!! Yahoooo!