North Carolina was a blur of autumn colors accompanied with rainclouds. On Saturday, I rode 130 miles to Rocky Mount and watched high school baseball while the full moon rose. Earlier in the day I had the opportunity too visit the world's largest frying pan in Rose Hill and watched an entertaining ensamble perform at the town's Halloween festival.
Sunday brought rain yet I still made it to Weldon. Not much going on there either but I was entertained by the bartender's attempt to monitor her toddler during the evening football game.
Today's overcast skies and cold breeze made me thankful that I'm within hours of finishing this ride. The finish might be a bit anticlimactic, but I have plenty of memories, and a few new mates, that I'm thankful for. Reality already seeps in as I hunt for apartments and job openings this week. Now, with my last bits of online patience, I can say this will be my final blog from the road. Thanks to all of you for your direct, and at times indirect, support. While focusing on the journey through this country I ended up taking an even greater journey through my self. And now at the destination the next journey commences....
Monday, November 2, 2009
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
C-town: SF's Southeastern sister
I made it into Beaufort early. A town older than the United States, the regal houses on Bay Street have overlooked the river for centuries. And while enjoying a fruit salad at on a cafe porch, a gentleman inquired about my excursion while informing me about his upcoming bike/kayak adventure.
Still with 70 miles to pedal to Charleston, I arrived at sunset and found my hostel without any issue. It was a full house when I arrived and I quickly made several aquaintence. Within 24 hours I had a posse and the six of us raised hell for the ensuing 48 hours. Two left the hostel on Monday to move into their own apartment a few blocks away (a wonderful place to relax away from the backpacker atmosphere). Two others received citations for urinating in public on Monday evening. And one guy from England educated me about American football. Apparently he's quite the fanatic. He founded a club team in the UK and now is trying to attend some NFL games while he's in the States.
After letting Tuesday night's rain pass, I awoke late, took some time for bike repairs, and met the group for breakfast at Hominy. It proved to be hands-down the best meal of the ride in the best city of the ride.
Still with 70 miles to pedal to Charleston, I arrived at sunset and found my hostel without any issue. It was a full house when I arrived and I quickly made several aquaintence. Within 24 hours I had a posse and the six of us raised hell for the ensuing 48 hours. Two left the hostel on Monday to move into their own apartment a few blocks away (a wonderful place to relax away from the backpacker atmosphere). Two others received citations for urinating in public on Monday evening. And one guy from England educated me about American football. Apparently he's quite the fanatic. He founded a club team in the UK and now is trying to attend some NFL games while he's in the States.
After letting Tuesday night's rain pass, I awoke late, took some time for bike repairs, and met the group for breakfast at Hominy. It proved to be hands-down the best meal of the ride in the best city of the ride.
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