Warm thoughts during a cold end

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....