I am about 30 miles or so from the border of North Carolina, having riding east, then west, then east en route north to the coast. So many small towns that they seem to run together.
I was treated on two occasions to a fine meal - one prepared by a family, the other by a fellow cyclist while at Waffle house, so all is good.
Funny store:
I stopped at a rough and tumble biker bar in the middle of nowhere South Carolina, after someone told me they are doubled as a country store. So, anyway, I went in with the hopes of finding an apple, or some kind of fruit, something. While they didn't have apples, they had eggs - as in hard boiled eggs. Seems they boiled them for Eastern, which lead me to think about how hilarious it would have been to walk into the bar and see dudes in leather, sideburns, and chaps painting Easter eggs. Also, old man Jim at the bar share with me a story about a guy he saw a few years back walking with a large crucifix on his back. He'd been walking from FL with people giving him money, etc. Well, the local cop decided to stop and check up with this guy; as it turns out, he was carrying $3 million in cocaine.
Anyway
Some photos:
that's all for now,
j
