Well, well, well. It seems I took a bit more time off than I had originally expected. I had a great time resting and visiting in Asheville. Then, my friend came down for a week and we drove back up to Madison. I hung out there for more than a month, then flew down to Dallas for a few days to meet up with some family. I flew back to Asheville (where my bike was resting this whole time) and was further delayed by some cold weather. I finally got back on the road after more than two months of being lazy, and it was not pleasant.
I was/am out of shape and the weather didn’t help much. I figured the first day would be pretty bad, but the second was worse. I managed 50-something miles the first day. The first night I stayed at a nice little campground, but it was cold.
I did a lot of standing in the sun to keep warm. I was to grouchy and cold to actually unpack and put on more clothes.
I ended up getting in my sleeping bag pretty early, read for a while, then slept. Woke up a few times from the cold air on my face, and had a slow morning.
After around 45 miles day two landed me at a ‘campground’ behind a motorcycle bar on the outskirts of a small town in South Carolina. It was actually quite nice, I got to stay in an old motor-home trailer for cheap.
I felt a bit better on day three, but my directions and the weather were worse. Turns out Google Maps street names don’t always line up with the actual signs on the roads. Also, plenty of roads don’t have signs, and are gravel, and you have to walk up them. Oh yeah, I also got chased by more dogs this day than all the rest of my trip combined. I didn’t get nearly as far as I was planning (only did ~45 miles) and ended up in a cheap motel in Cornelia.
The last day was alright. Seemed less hilly and less wind, but it was colder, and there was still a gravel road. Made it the ~70 miles to my destination: the family farm outside Atlanta.
Though that last day was alright, I’m really not feeling the fun I was having before. Maybe because I am out of shape, maybe because of the season and the weather, maybe because I’m not used to being alone after spending 2 months in close quarters with loved ones, maybe because I am tired of traveling and ready to have a home. Probably a combination of all these. Also, I am having some knee pain that sometimes happened before, but seems to be a lot worse now. Anywho, I guess I’m saying that this is it for now. I’m going to hop on a train to Birmingham to visit some more family, then train some more to Dallas to see my sister again (and hop up to Tulsa to see my other sister). Then I think I’ll be getting back to a normal life with a job and a place to live. I still want to bike the West coast, but I figure I can do that later. Other places on my route (Roswell, Tuscon, Grand Canyon, Yellowstone) I have decided I would rather drive to anyway so I can stop and hike with a more substantial base camp.