The co-pilot seat is set up as the in-camp mobile office for Sheric Consulting LLC. With a hotspot, iPad Pro, MacBook Air, iPhone 6+, iphone 8+, printer and gmail, we are in business.
Sebastian Inlet State Park is situated 10 miles north of the 510 causeway that brings traffic across the Indian River Bay and out to the barrier island. The park itself spans the northern most barrier island on the Treasure Coast and the southern most barrier island on the Space Coast, making it the stuck in the middle inlet. Between the causeway and the park there is absolutely no retail; no 7-11, no gas station, no general store, no nothing except to die for homes with their front yards on the Atlantic ocean and their backyards on the Indian River bay.
The Ranger Welcome Kit comes with a “how far is” map. It was 10 miles back to the causeway and 5 more westerly miles inland to get to US Route 1 and a grocery store. Sebastian Inlet would be a good test of the e-bike lifestyle. We said a 15-20 mile radius was workable. Having just provisioned at Walmart on the way in, we needed nothing. Thinking quickly, we manufactured three things that we forgot, and launched after them.
The Como’s panniers were packed with snacks, water, sunblock, OFF, towels, swim gear, phones, flip flops … who needs a trunk? A1A is flat and wide, bordered by narrow bike lanes and massive bodies of water with a Jungle Trail to Pelican Island calling our name.
Pelican Island is the first National Wildlife Refuge in the United States. A scorching hot hike led to an observation post where Pelican Island could be seen a mile or so off in the distance. Three park rangers were wrapping spy-glass stands with crime scene caution tape, which kind of reminds me of the joke, “how many park rangers does it take to wrap tape around a pole…” Both telescopes were in for refurbishment. Hundreds of extremely tiny white specks moved around the island which the friendly rangers assured us were birds, maybe even pelicans, but probably not pelicans. There was a three-mile loop around a mosquito pond that we passed on.
Back on The Jungle Trail, we sped down sandy hard-pack, cutting through an executive community on Orchid Island with golf carts paralleling our progress on the par 5, 14th hole just on the other side of a chain link fence. If you didn’t turn your head and looked straight ahead, it felt just like being surrounded by the jungle, which was surrounded by a golf course.Once we hit pavement, we leaned into the electrics and closed the remaining 7 miles to Publix in record time. At that point, we admitted that we did not need anything, so we snacked and headed back proving that ebikes (and coffee) are for closers.
A mile short of the park on the return, we pulled over at a rest stop and scaled the dunes onto the beach. It was a surfer’s spot with a gaggle of them catching big waves out at the second break. We went in shoulder high, jumping hurricane rollers and getting dragged in a rip. A little scary, but wild and scenic in our Pursuit of Yes
Gonna Ride My Bike Until I Get Home