Just because something has been posted....does no mean its done. i'll be adding more pictures and stories as time passes and i add things as i'm bored
- Bobb
- I'm going on a bike ride this summer. A long one. I won't be updating it real-time, as I'd originally hoped to, but I will be telling my story and sharing pictures here. Click on any picture to make it BIIIIG!
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
disclaimerr
Just because something has been posted....does no mean its done. i'll be adding more pictures and stories as time passes and i add things as i'm bored
Day 13
Lancaster, PA to Malvern, PA 46 miles
This is Amish country day. Take note: don't travel through this land on a Sunday. Nothing will be open. On the plus side, you might see some longsleeved volleyball playing.
This was certainly one of the more beautifuller places I went through, with all sorts of interesting other things (like volleyball and baby goats) but I decided to not take any pictures (even of just the scenery) travelling through there, since the Amish don't like pictures of them being taken, so I extrapolatd to their land as well. Go there yourself.
This is Amish country day. Take note: don't travel through this land on a Sunday. Nothing will be open. On the plus side, you might see some longsleeved volleyball playing.
This was certainly one of the more beautifuller places I went through, with all sorts of interesting other things (like volleyball and baby goats) but I decided to not take any pictures (even of just the scenery) travelling through there, since the Amish don't like pictures of them being taken, so I extrapolatd to their land as well. Go there yourself.
Sam & Gail
These are the people who I met through the internet to stay in their home for the night. I have no indication of what sort of people that they might be, aside from their interest in touring on a tandem bike.
They end up being the most interesting, memorable people that I'll meet in the entirely of my trip to this point. I wish I had taken a picture of them, but Gail still hadn't woken up by the time I left in the morning (~11am).
They are both in their late 60s, and have known each other since they were 10. They were in college in Louisiana during the civil rights movement. Since then they've toured the country countless times on both bikes and motorcycles. I could have listened to their stories for days on end.
A recent one: they get in trouble at the grocery store because Sam is sitting on the cart (two baskets on top of each other style one) as Gail pushes him all around the store. It takes a half hour for somebody in the store to work up the nerve to tell the retirees that they are not allowed to do that. They own a huge yellow motorcycle named Big Bird. Their home is chock full of art, especially broken plate mosaics.
PICTURES!!!
They end up being the most interesting, memorable people that I'll meet in the entirely of my trip to this point. I wish I had taken a picture of them, but Gail still hadn't woken up by the time I left in the morning (~11am).
They are both in their late 60s, and have known each other since they were 10. They were in college in Louisiana during the civil rights movement. Since then they've toured the country countless times on both bikes and motorcycles. I could have listened to their stories for days on end.
A recent one: they get in trouble at the grocery store because Sam is sitting on the cart (two baskets on top of each other style one) as Gail pushes him all around the store. It takes a half hour for somebody in the store to work up the nerve to tell the retirees that they are not allowed to do that. They own a huge yellow motorcycle named Big Bird. Their home is chock full of art, especially broken plate mosaics.
PICTURES!!!
Day 9
Cumberland, MD to Hancock, MD 52 miles
Day start out going to the bike shop, to fix my rack. Luckily, they have just the piece that broke (its a wierd rack designed for use with disc brakes... which I do not have), and let me go into the back to change it out myself. They charge me $3 for the piece plus some stainless hardware. I also decide to buy some nicely gel padded gloves from the shop also... just because they were so nice. I'd considered getting gloves before but they didn't seem necessary, though my hands were going numb at times.
Good thing I got the gloves. After the transition from the Great Allegheny Passage to the C&O canal towpath, things got rougher. Crushed limestone turned into run of the mill gravel. More mudpuddles and roots to worry about.
A couple of guys talked to me at the bike shop, for just a second. I caught up to them on the path, and decided to ride with them for a while for company. We ended up eating lunch together at a now-defunct highschool after riding ~15 miles together. They were a couple of pastors, in their 50s, who seemed interested in gathering inspiration and examples and stuff for sermons. Rick and Jerry were their names. Jerry seemed to like when the double path narrowed down into one path, and took mental note to take a picture of it the next time it happened. I wondered what that was about for a while.... it took some time for me to figure it out.
They were both really nice guys and rather interesting in what I was doing. Jerry in particular was interested in the concept of sound (as it was God's voice that begat all) and made the connection to quantum physics of everything.
Day start out going to the bike shop, to fix my rack. Luckily, they have just the piece that broke (its a wierd rack designed for use with disc brakes... which I do not have), and let me go into the back to change it out myself. They charge me $3 for the piece plus some stainless hardware. I also decide to buy some nicely gel padded gloves from the shop also... just because they were so nice. I'd considered getting gloves before but they didn't seem necessary, though my hands were going numb at times.
Good thing I got the gloves. After the transition from the Great Allegheny Passage to the C&O canal towpath, things got rougher. Crushed limestone turned into run of the mill gravel. More mudpuddles and roots to worry about.
A couple of guys talked to me at the bike shop, for just a second. I caught up to them on the path, and decided to ride with them for a while for company. We ended up eating lunch together at a now-defunct highschool after riding ~15 miles together. They were a couple of pastors, in their 50s, who seemed interested in gathering inspiration and examples and stuff for sermons. Rick and Jerry were their names. Jerry seemed to like when the double path narrowed down into one path, and took mental note to take a picture of it the next time it happened. I wondered what that was about for a while.... it took some time for me to figure it out.
They were both really nice guys and rather interesting in what I was doing. Jerry in particular was interested in the concept of sound (as it was God's voice that begat all) and made the connection to quantum physics of everything.
Day 7
From Pittsburgh to Connellsville, PA 55 miles.
The day starts out with a big hill. First street style (~17% grade), except twice as long. Its exhausting just to push my bike up this, dripping sweat after traveling less than two miles.
Need to ask directions to get out of the city a couple times, but no huge detours. One lady insists on giving me cold bottled water, so pours three mini bottles into my one big water container.
The start of the trail is mostly uneventful, things are flat and all of well maintained crushed limestone.
Sometime around 4:00-5:00 a storm is coming in. First the clouds, then the treetops on the ridgetops are whooshing and swaying. I can hear the initial storm front coming, trees that are closer and closer blowing and swaying. Finally it hits me at ground level, and its hard to keep my eyes open with all the dust, leaf bits, and whatnot all being kicked up by the gusts. It hasn't started to rain yet. I come across some people scrambling to put away their gear (they'd been on the river) to see how far the next town is. Five miles. I book. Before the town a camping site is right off the side of the path, and I stand at the side of a building whose overhang is just wide enough to keep from getting any more wet.
I start talking to a guy named Chris, who also had just arrived for shelter, but his plan was to stay there in the first place. He offers to share his camping space with me, but my plans are to keep going.
The rain continues, and I decide to stay there for the night. Camping is charged per head, not site, so Chris pays the $12 for me. In his words, he was a well paid band director, and I, while having an education, are nonetheless unemployed. I don't protest. He's a middle school band director around Pittsburgh and has been for 20 years. He loves it. He's brought 7 batteries for his smart phone, to make sure it never goes dead. (Further down the trail I encounter a sign indicating that no cellular service is available for the next 30 miles... I wonder how he copes with this). He makes the trip from PGH to DC once a year.
The ultimate luxury of this camping place (which I slowly realize wandering to the other side that lots of people live there also) : standing ouside of the laundry room, getting hot dry air from the vents blown onto me. Free air dry.
Boy scouts are loud and keep me awake longer than I would like.
The day starts out with a big hill. First street style (~17% grade), except twice as long. Its exhausting just to push my bike up this, dripping sweat after traveling less than two miles.
Need to ask directions to get out of the city a couple times, but no huge detours. One lady insists on giving me cold bottled water, so pours three mini bottles into my one big water container.
The start of the trail is mostly uneventful, things are flat and all of well maintained crushed limestone.
Sometime around 4:00-5:00 a storm is coming in. First the clouds, then the treetops on the ridgetops are whooshing and swaying. I can hear the initial storm front coming, trees that are closer and closer blowing and swaying. Finally it hits me at ground level, and its hard to keep my eyes open with all the dust, leaf bits, and whatnot all being kicked up by the gusts. It hasn't started to rain yet. I come across some people scrambling to put away their gear (they'd been on the river) to see how far the next town is. Five miles. I book. Before the town a camping site is right off the side of the path, and I stand at the side of a building whose overhang is just wide enough to keep from getting any more wet.
I start talking to a guy named Chris, who also had just arrived for shelter, but his plan was to stay there in the first place. He offers to share his camping space with me, but my plans are to keep going.
The rain continues, and I decide to stay there for the night. Camping is charged per head, not site, so Chris pays the $12 for me. In his words, he was a well paid band director, and I, while having an education, are nonetheless unemployed. I don't protest. He's a middle school band director around Pittsburgh and has been for 20 years. He loves it. He's brought 7 batteries for his smart phone, to make sure it never goes dead. (Further down the trail I encounter a sign indicating that no cellular service is available for the next 30 miles... I wonder how he copes with this). He makes the trip from PGH to DC once a year.
The ultimate luxury of this camping place (which I slowly realize wandering to the other side that lots of people live there also) : standing ouside of the laundry room, getting hot dry air from the vents blown onto me. Free air dry.
Boy scouts are loud and keep me awake longer than I would like.
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Lancaster, PA
Guess what! I don't get to the internet often, and that's ok by me.
I thought that libraries would be nice places to take a break during the hot parts of the day, but it just seems that I only want to stop for food. This is fairly often.
Once I'm settled into Philly, I plan on sharing up the photographs and the tales of the journey, day by day.
Until then, adieu, percent equals sign backslashbackslash backlash clash crash!
big! bird!
I thought that libraries would be nice places to take a break during the hot parts of the day, but it just seems that I only want to stop for food. This is fairly often.
Once I'm settled into Philly, I plan on sharing up the photographs and the tales of the journey, day by day.
Until then, adieu, percent equals sign backslashbackslash backlash clash crash!
big! bird!
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Day 6
Pittsburg: A day of rest.
Finally, a current day post.
Where I stay (the cyberpunk house):
Good, friendly, generous people.
Friendly dog named Grandpa.
Rest.
Directions.
Leaving again in the morning, along the Great Alleghany Passage. Taking it easier now, avg. 60 miles a day for the next four days, to get to next safe house, in Frederick, MD.
Finally, a current day post.
Where I stay (the cyberpunk house):
Good, friendly, generous people.
Friendly dog named Grandpa.
Rest.
Directions.
Leaving again in the morning, along the Great Alleghany Passage. Taking it easier now, avg. 60 miles a day for the next four days, to get to next safe house, in Frederick, MD.
Day 5
Fairmont, WV to Morgantown, WV 40 miles
Morgantown to Pittsburgh Grey Line bus
Hilly roads for a while, then pretty good path for the remaining 25 or so miles to Morgantown, where next logistical information gathering session was planned. Library closed. Bike path closed. City statute requiring helmets.
Frustration, tiredness. Bus terminal. Turns out the twice daily to Pittsburg was leaving in 5 minutes. Impulsive hop on, hoping to hop the next bus to Philly when I arrive.
But... neither Megabus or Greyhound have bike racks. Scramble to find a place to stay, it'll be dark in an hour. Very helpful friends across the board helping me figure out what to do and how to do it.
End up at a punk show at "The Shop", and sleep at the Cyperpunk house, a writers' co op.
Morgantown to Pittsburgh Grey Line bus
Hilly roads for a while, then pretty good path for the remaining 25 or so miles to Morgantown, where next logistical information gathering session was planned. Library closed. Bike path closed. City statute requiring helmets.
Frustration, tiredness. Bus terminal. Turns out the twice daily to Pittsburg was leaving in 5 minutes. Impulsive hop on, hoping to hop the next bus to Philly when I arrive.
But... neither Megabus or Greyhound have bike racks. Scramble to find a place to stay, it'll be dark in an hour. Very helpful friends across the board helping me figure out what to do and how to do it.
End up at a punk show at "The Shop", and sleep at the Cyperpunk house, a writers' co op.
Day 4
Cairo, WV to Fairmont, WV 74 miles
Wake up to sprinkling rain around 7am ... good thing the rainfly is still half on... i cover up the tent and lie back down for a while. It lets up, but still spits a bit, and I pack up and am on the move again around 8. Then the falling sky begins to speed up. I pass through a relatively short (~300 ft.) tunnel, and decide to hide under a shelter just past it. Good thing. The rain is soon torrential, and doesn't make its way back down to a drizzle for over three hours.
but I nonetheless slowly become irrationally depressed. This swings toward the better when I get a call confiming that I have a place to stay in Lancaster, PA once I make it that far. The end of rain also brings mood enhancement. This close to home still, my mind is working in different ways, I feel bipolar.
I decide to make some more quinoa, the first time actually cooking with my little stove. It works out well.
Until.....
I get out the spices.....
CAYENNE POWDER EVERYWHERE
This results is sporadic spicing of myself and burning sensations occasionally for the next solid week. At one point both my inner wrists started burning, I was confused and worried that some terrible illness was about to befall me, until I remembered of the pepper.
Don't get to get going until 11:30 ... again.
Next stop is a gas station/mcdonalds where I poop and drink chocolate milk.
A few miles after I've left, I realize that my hat (new favorite) is now gone. I had set it on my pannier before going in, and its bright color would have been really hard to miss upon returning to my bike. Wind was all but naught. I really don't know whether I forgot it or it was stolen. In any case, I'm in the mood to refuse to turn back.
Long. Arduous. Gravel path turns to mud and grass around mile 46.
This may look like lush tame grass.... but remember that torrential rain earlier.... its much muddier and softer than it looks. Put 250 lbs on 1.5 inch wide tires and try to maintain a decent speed. Impossible to keep up.
Slogging through mud.
more tunnels!
Path lasts another 48 miles (beyond Cairo), I'm expecting some sort of visitor's center or at least info kiosk at the end of the trail... there is nothing. The path literally just disinigrates into a muddy construction site with no signage in sight.
by this time, I'm immensely tired, its around 7pm, and most of my things are wet. A motel sounds mighty appealing. I call an internet saavy stepfather to search around for the cheapest in the area... this turns out to be 22 miles away, though in the correct direction. This turns out to be rather hilly roads (big surprise), and I don't arrive until after dark (bad news). I'm more thouroughly exhausted than I've ever been.
I nearly render the paperwork for checking in unusable due to the amount of sweat I transfer to it.
Biggest luxuries: open, dry floorspace to dry things off. Hairdryer.
Wake up to sprinkling rain around 7am ... good thing the rainfly is still half on... i cover up the tent and lie back down for a while. It lets up, but still spits a bit, and I pack up and am on the move again around 8. Then the falling sky begins to speed up. I pass through a relatively short (~300 ft.) tunnel, and decide to hide under a shelter just past it. Good thing. The rain is soon torrential, and doesn't make its way back down to a drizzle for over three hours.
The shelter is sufficient...
...and has a beautiful view
but I nonetheless slowly become irrationally depressed. This swings toward the better when I get a call confiming that I have a place to stay in Lancaster, PA once I make it that far. The end of rain also brings mood enhancement. This close to home still, my mind is working in different ways, I feel bipolar.
I decide to make some more quinoa, the first time actually cooking with my little stove. It works out well.
Until.....
I get out the spices.....
CAYENNE POWDER EVERYWHERE
This results is sporadic spicing of myself and burning sensations occasionally for the next solid week. At one point both my inner wrists started burning, I was confused and worried that some terrible illness was about to befall me, until I remembered of the pepper.
Don't get to get going until 11:30 ... again.
Next stop is a gas station/mcdonalds where I poop and drink chocolate milk.
A few miles after I've left, I realize that my hat (new favorite) is now gone. I had set it on my pannier before going in, and its bright color would have been really hard to miss upon returning to my bike. Wind was all but naught. I really don't know whether I forgot it or it was stolen. In any case, I'm in the mood to refuse to turn back.
Long. Arduous. Gravel path turns to mud and grass around mile 46.
Slogging through mud.
more tunnels!
by this time, I'm immensely tired, its around 7pm, and most of my things are wet. A motel sounds mighty appealing. I call an internet saavy stepfather to search around for the cheapest in the area... this turns out to be 22 miles away, though in the correct direction. This turns out to be rather hilly roads (big surprise), and I don't arrive until after dark (bad news). I'm more thouroughly exhausted than I've ever been.
I nearly render the paperwork for checking in unusable due to the amount of sweat I transfer to it.
Biggest luxuries: open, dry floorspace to dry things off. Hairdryer.
Day 3
Athens, OH to Cairo, WV 70some miles
(its pronounced kay-row, I gather)
Lots of hills getting out of Athens, no surprises. Had a nice little stopover at a little bridge somewhere in the woods in Washington county. It went over this creek.
The website for the trails boasted of how many tunnels/bridges were on the path. I was very unimpressed.... until I got to the first tunnel. They failed to mention that they were unlit, and 1800 feet is a lot longer in reality than on paper. Also, the thing was surrounded by fog, which only got thicker as I made my way deeper into it. I couldn't see more than 20 feet ahead of me the entire way, even with my light. Fog that thick. Just about the creepiest place I've ever been. Imagine.... literally miles since I've seen evidence of human habitation, and have to cross through that perfectly dark (in the middle there was no light whatsoever at either end of the tunnel) foggy behemoth.
(its pronounced kay-row, I gather)
Lots of hills getting out of Athens, no surprises. Had a nice little stopover at a little bridge somewhere in the woods in Washington county. It went over this creek.
Onward, a terribly steep gravel hill. Doot, doot, .... river .. Belpre... then West Virginia! Ate at the redwood restaurant in Belpre. All stares when I walk in. Literally. The whole room gawks. I'm sweat coated, in a low cut rainbow tanktop, nails painted, etc. But the staff was nice and the food good. Awesome banana pie. The "Queen Bee" sandwich on toasted buttery sourdough. Big fat fries (which I normally don't like, but are perfectly crispy). Lemonade.
Parkersburg.
Get to the rail trail.
Gravel. Exasperation & dissapointment.
I was expecting 72 miles of pavement, a la Hockhocking-Adena (Athens' bikepath).
It goes past homes and horse ranches. surprising. disappointing.
The website for the trails boasted of how many tunnels/bridges were on the path. I was very unimpressed.... until I got to the first tunnel. They failed to mention that they were unlit, and 1800 feet is a lot longer in reality than on paper. Also, the thing was surrounded by fog, which only got thicker as I made my way deeper into it. I couldn't see more than 20 feet ahead of me the entire way, even with my light. Fog that thick. Just about the creepiest place I've ever been. Imagine.... literally miles since I've seen evidence of human habitation, and have to cross through that perfectly dark (in the middle there was no light whatsoever at either end of the tunnel) foggy behemoth.
FROM THE OUTSIDE
THE VIEW INSIDE
I'd planned to stop in Cairo, at mile 24, where it doesn't show and i get a bit worried.
By the time I reach Cairo (mile 26 for real), I'm expecting food and bike shops and adventurer store. But its after 5pm..... everything is closed. I wander about the little town, make an attempt at opening the "community building" which is locked. I finally approach a group of 6 or so men standing in the midst of a side street, who as I had guessed and hoped to be, were volunteer firefighters. (remember my very unorthodox appearance) i ask if they know where I could get some water, they muse about how everything is already closed, but soon the eldest of the group, who for whatever reason i most directly posed my question (its kinda impossible to truly ask a question in general to a circle), takes me inside and lets the faucet run for a minute to get the old water out then lets me fill up. i overly thank him and am on my way again.
Just past Cairo, camp happened, right alongside the trail.
The whole way, I'd not seen a soul on the path, until after setting up camp... while I was wiping my ass just past the tree line.
Quinoa feast.
Lie down, decide its too hot and unflap rainfly from my tent, only to glimpse a shooting star moments after revealing the sky to myself.
Sleep.
The-Largest-Deepest-Loudest-Buzzing-Insect-I've-Ever-Heard.
Sleep for the night.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Day 1 Day 2
Pickerington, OH to Athens, OH 74 miles
ATHENS REST/ORGANIZE DAY
Eat before you get hungry. Drink Constantly.
Eat before you get hungry. Drink Constantly.
Eat before you get hungry. Drink Constantly.
Eat before you get hungry. Drink Constantly.
When in doubt, stop for a minute and take a picture of something.
The day started out great, despite not leaving until noon. Tiredness and putting off eating made the latter half rather unfun at times.
Arrive at 95 Central only to find Pickerington friends existing (DoddLuteAndreaRyan)
Set up tent in Brown Town backyard for the next two nights.
DAY TWO
Run around Athens gathering supplies, then settle down on and converse with the local population of friends. Good times.
ATHENS REST/ORGANIZE DAY
Eat before you get hungry. Drink Constantly.
Eat before you get hungry. Drink Constantly.
Eat before you get hungry. Drink Constantly.
Eat before you get hungry. Drink Constantly.
When in doubt, stop for a minute and take a picture of something.
The day started out great, despite not leaving until noon. Tiredness and putting off eating made the latter half rather unfun at times.
Arrive at 95 Central only to find Pickerington friends existing (DoddLuteAndreaRyan)
Set up tent in Brown Town backyard for the next two nights.
DAY TWO
Run around Athens gathering supplies, then settle down on and converse with the local population of friends. Good times.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Today is the day
Leaving from Pickerington -----> Athens within the hour.
Also now I'll include the list of things I'll have with me, at least at the get-go.
Also now I'll include the list of things I'll have with me, at least at the get-go.
This list is intended to be comprehensive of absolutely everything I am taking, though its sure to be have omitted something. Hopefully I won’t need to use absolutely everything listed here. I’m sure there will be things I don’t have that I wish’d I did. Much of this seems common sense to have, but I’ve had significant help also from various other checklists from experienced bike-tourers who have posted such things to the internet.
Please ask if you have any sort of question about anything here. Some things I wanted to include explanations, but felt they would clutter the list format.
CLOTHES:
3 pr. Bike shorts
2 pr. Regular shorts
Rain pants
Rain coat
Thermal long johns
6 pr. Socks
2 pr. Underwear
3 t-shirts
2 sleeveless shirts
2 longsleeve shirts
Fanny Pack
Hat
KITCHEN:
Aluminum pot
Small non-stck pan
2 Cat-tin stoves w/ breezeguard
Alcohol fuel
1 bowl
Fork/butterknife/spoon
I cup
Small cuttingboard (also works as plate)
Scrubber sponge
Granola Bars
Clif Bars
Quinoa
Pancake mix
Canola oil
Garlic powder
Maple syrup
Cayenne powder
Salt
Instant coffee
Almonds
Strawberries
TOOLS/BIKE:
Allen wrenches (8, 6, 5, 4, 3mm)
Crescent wrench
Leatherman multitool
Tire pump (frame mounted)
Spare tube
Tube patch kit
Tire levers
Chain masterlink
Chain lube
Bike multitool (includes much of what already listed)
Spoke wrench
Extra spokes (6)
Cable bike lock
Small zip ties (~12)
Large zip ties (~12)
Small roll duct tape
MISC.:
6’ x 8’ tarp
One-person tent
30degree mummy sleeping bag
Big dry bag (tent/bag)
Small dry bags (for grouping/protecting smaller groups of things within panniers)
Various bungee cords
3L Bota bag (water)
2L water bladder
3 water bottles
Headlamp
2 pens
Small journal
Permanent marker
Wallet
Condoms
2 small hand-size towels
1 body-size towel
TOILETRIES/BATHROOM/MISC.
First aid kit
Stomach/digestive medicine
Cortisone cream
Multipurpose liquid magic soap
Sunscreen
Bag spray
Earplugs
Toobrush/paste
Fast-degrade toilet paper
Folding shovel
Telephone + charger
Digital camera + charger + USB cable
THE BIKE ITSELF:
Surly Long Haul Trucker Frame
26” Bonrager wheels (used, co-op)
26x1.5 Scwalbe Marathon tires
Fenders
3 water bottle cages
Brooks saddle
Mountain bike drivetrain (from old bike)
Indexed rear shifter (8speed)
Non-indexed downtube front shifter (3speed)
Cantilever brakes
Basic pedals with clips
Speedometer/odometer
Rear-view mirror
Lights front/rear
Extra thick bar tape
Handlebar bag w/ map pocket
Racks front/rear
25 L panniers (front)
40 L panniers (rear)
Monday, July 4, 2011
Fully Loaded
...but not entirely ready to leave.
(please excuse suburbia in the background)
Not the exact things I'll be bringing, but a pretty solid analog, including lots of food and water. Total weight of bicycle: 100 lbs. (45 kg) Not an estimate, the number just happens to be round, if I'm included, that'll be 249 lbs. to pull up each and every hill, and to constantly keep in balance. I think my original plans for 80-100 miles/day are overly ambitious, given how the bike feels after a short test run at full weight.
A little bit more of organization, and finish off the things I need to get done before going.... and I should be leaving tomorrow (Tuesday) morning.
1st stop: Athens, ~75 miles away.
Friday, July 1, 2011
Almost...
The original departure date has come and.... no leaving yet. It was very tentative anyways. Mostly due to the process of taking care of everything at home before I go (especially that whole moving and putting all my things into storage in my parents basement process). Just a few more things to acquire for the road. Here's a picture of the steed, almost fully loaded.
Given that I have more motivation in the near future, I'll try to get up a "statement of purpose" or something of that sort. Also a list of everything I'm taking with me, to help with later when I try to determine exactly what wasn't really needed to be taken, as well as what I will have wished that I had.
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