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Call Me Amerigo

This past week I finally decided to push the envelope and go ALL the way to the end of the Pinellas Trail on my bicycle. I'd been as far as Tropicana Field, but not to the actual end of it which is at the Bay. Well, I steeled my nerves, grabbed a bottle of water and took off on my trusty 1 horsepower Trek Navigator 1.0. As it turned out the final 5 blocks was a snap; the trail goes all the way past the Trop through Downtown St. Pete and exits you at Deman's Landing Park.


"This park faces Tampa Bay and is a very comfortable place to lounge the day away. They often have Shakespeare In The Park. The south side of the park faces Albert Whited Airport where you can watch planes take off. The park also has a boat ramp and kiddie playground. A great place for an afternoon picnic!"


The Ledger.com






Downtown bike path.



The Pier and the end of the line.


That's Alfred Whitted airport.



A couple going on an early morning outing.




On the way back one of St. Pete's finest (and one of the heaviest) is checking something out on the path.



This is right across from Gibbs High School, home of the Gladiators. You can see the graffiti on a business building.


A very pleasant ride that takes about 40 minutes or so. The park itself is a nice place to stop and relax but there are shelters with picnic tables all along the area, and I noticed the homeless had dibs on them.

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