Due to my foolishness, I lost most of the pictures I took. Blah.
Having not got full nights sleep the previous two nights, I was happy to find myself not wake until past 9. Mitchell had to leave before 10, but Lauren had no classes and so there was a relaxed atmosphere to the house. Breakfast featuring an egg in a basket, and one very much by the basket, was followed by a bit of trying to catch up with things. I was 3 days behind on this blog and had an email or five to reply to. Thankfully, I
The morning flew by talking with Bob, Cheryl, Sandy & Marty. Cheryl was doing her best to persuade me to stay longer, but unfortunately I had a plan worked out and needed to get going on my way to Cincinnati. She had mentioned that if I stayed longer, Bob could take me out not only on his sailboat, but also in his plane. As Bob was having to drive Sandy & Marty over to the airport so they could fly down to Florida, we figured there was just about enough time for me to go flying with
Dustin had to roll out to work early and so had his alarm go off at 6. It reminded me of a comment I’d read earlier about one of the great things about bike touring, not being woken up by alarms and it definitely applies. That freedom to wake up whenever you want and because your body is saying it’s time to get up is glorious rather than having to get up at some arbitrary time. The morning rolled by with me feeling slightly sluggish even after getting a cup of coffee with a couple
Patrick had been a phenomenal help and it had been lovely to meet his daughter, Mindy, in Atlanta. The push had saved me about a week of riding which I figured meant that I could spend more time in NYC/Boston assuming I get there. As I’ve rambled about before, the bike is just a vehicle to get me around and so taking alternate forms of transport isn’t a problem in my mind.
As we’d discovered back in May, Georgia isn’t really a state that believes in nice shoulders. When
Patrick is a big member of his local Lutheran church and so, being a Sunday morning, he needed to attend service. It was the second service I’d been to on the trip, the previous being in east Texas although that was for carols rather than a regular service.
During, and especially after the service, I got to meet a good few members of the congregation. Patrick was really excited to introduce me to everyone and with my surname tried telling people that I was 23 generations removed from Martin