Dinner. Texting. Red lentils and rice with raisins, tomato, turnip, garlic, and curry powder. Forecasting rain. I would prefer not (always). The most charmingly cheerful birdsong earlier at sundown. Now it’s just distant dogs and the occasional car or truck, and the electric buzz of insects.
I’m camped at a public park in Abbeville, GA. It’s three or four acres, part of which is a little league baseball diamond, another part of which is a playground with maybe an eighth mile walking track around it. The rest is a field that borders a forest, picnic tables clumped together in places like a huddle of ducks in silent observance, or a group of old friends who haven’t seen each other in years.
The grass and dried, fallen leaves I see through my tent screen is unspeakably beautiful. Slender, curving pine needles intertwined and threading through the mat. The leaves themselves are small and slender too—some broken, crippled, others spotted, speckled like an old man’s frail arms. The grass that pokes up through all of those old, brittle, dry, dead things seems generally unhappy about the state of affairs, being as it’s mostly covered over by the old; slightly smothered, held down, but in places it has pierced the mat, the coverlet, the broad arms of the leaves saying, “Down! Down!”
Anyway, today was mostly hills. The last twenty miles I guess were relatively flat in comparison, though. I’m hoping not for a repeat tomorrow.
I mentioned in a previous post staying with Mac in Vidalia, “The Sweet Onion City.” It was a great joy, not only because it was a short day on the bike, and that I was able to catch up my journal outside, in the sun, poolside, but also because I was the guest of a great guy, a generous host, a generous man. Solid, dependable, friendly. It was good.
Scott, Enjoying your blogs. I am glad you are deep in the southland. I love the people down south and may yet move there one day. As you know both Rob and Ryan spent some great years in S. Carolina and traveled the south east. Robbie also live in Jacksonville for awhile. Not sure that Florida is very southern anymore as it is full of northerners. Georgia is a great state and full of history. Glad you are hugging the coast line so far . Best beaches on the e Coast are in the Carolinas. You are also enjoyed better biking weather this time around. You are enjoying an experience few will ever know. Even fewer would have the courage to even try. Keep the blogs coming I am sharing this adventure through your eyes. Thanks and be careful.
Well I’m glad you’re still enjoying my writing and my journey. You may be surprised to hear that I am in Oxford, MS, and no longer in Georgia. It’s just impossible to keep the blog current with my traveling. I write in my journal most days, and attempt to collate and edit those when i get the chance, but this is not very frequently. I’ve been loving the south, Alabama and Mississippi in particular. It’s so rich with history, and so very beautiful. Favorite cities so far are Savannah and Oxford. Charleston is also excellent, but, I found, mostly due to the culinary scene (but that’s just me).
Leaving Oxford tomorrow morning. Should be in Arkansas by the end of the day.