MILTON, Fla. — I was reminded on Thursday of a line in the 1994 film Dumb and Dumber, when Lloyd Christmas (Jim Carey) and Harry Dunne (Jeff Daniels) take a wrong turn on the way to Colorado and end up in the flatlands of Kansas. Thinking they’re in Colorado, Lloyd looks around and tells Harry: “That guy John Denver was full of shit.”
I felt the same way about the guy who said there are no hills in Florida because the highest point in all of the Sunshine State is only a few hundred feet.
That may be true (actually, the highest point is Britton Hill at Lakewood Park in Walton County in the Panhandle), but I believe we found a few of those high spots on Thursday as we rode along scenic U.S. 90 on bluffs overlooking Pensacola Bay.
But they were unexpected — at least by me — in a state known for its flatness.
We are now in the eighth and last state and the final days of our eastbound journey — more than 2,600 miles into a trip that will total about 3,200 miles. We’re scheduled to finish on the Atlantic Ocean in
St. Augustine on Nov. 21, the Saturday before Thanksgiving.