The journey today took us seven and a half miles to the one store town of Lulu, nearly half way between Lake City and Lake Butler on a long, straight stretch of Highway 100.Today, the journey began after six pm in order to try and escape some of the stifling heat from the day. Heading down CR252, the wind was to my back and allowed speeds on the bicycle around eighteen miles per hour.
Few vehicles passed and the journey was made without any glitches. In Lulu, I stopped at the First Baptist Cemetery and took several photographs of these tomb stones, all identical, all lined perfectly, except for this one oak tree, standing in like a contestant on whats my line.
Down the road, another abandoned church, out front, a nicely woven grape vine heart and cross hanging upon a real estate sign.
To the highway, and the view of the old country store, now reopened for business after many years being closed.
That was about it for LuLu. Down the road towards Lake Butler on the left is an interesting cemetery with crudely written signs announcing it as a slave cemetery.
So Now you can say you have been to Lulu.
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