12 Mar Rainy morning, visiting family, and crossing borders
This morning we woke up to raindrops drumming on our tent. Needless to say, we took our time to crawl out of our bags until the drumming calmed down. Sam and Bobbi decided they were going to head back home this morning and started packing their camp. We on the other hand decided to wait until our tent and tarp (which was supposed to keep our tent dry) would dry out a little before packing up. Just as we thought the rain had stopped and as we tore down the tarp, the sky opened up again and soaked our tent, so we had to pack a wet tent anyway—go figure!
After a cup of Joe and some breakfast we saw our friends off. Somehow this was a very odd moment. We finally realized that this is it… we are not on another overnighter with friends anymore—No , from now on we are on our own! We are going to be on this adventure by ourselves! Somehow we felt a little somber, and quietly started rolling out of Cary State Forest.
The rain finally stopped just in time to get back on 301, which apparently is a major highway for semi trucks and logging trucks; however, not so much for bicycles, because there was no shoulder to ride on in sight.
Luckily the road is in progress to being widened, so we had a freshly paved road next to the highway just for us. It almost reached all the way to our cousin Kathy’s house near Callahan. After a nice visit with family and feeding our growling bellies, we head back on the road. We never realized that northern Florida has this much tree logging going on. About 24 logging trucks passed us, each one of them brought a nice fragrance of fresh cut pine with it, which lasted for a few seconds… this is something you just do not experience when driving a car.
After a couple more hours of riding on some nice wide roads with less traffic, we reached a cute little bridge and over the bridge we spy the long awaited “Welcome to Georgia” sign. We made our destination for the day.
A few miles into Georgia we find a campground that even offers breakfast!
We set up camp, and as we debate about riding our bikes to the store to get something to throw into our pasta or gnocchi, a nice couple comes along who overheard us at the campsite office and gave us some delicious mustard-barbecue-pulled-pork to go along with our gnocchi. How awesome is that!?!
As we eat our tasty dinner, we both agree… we’re going to be all right and this is going to be a great trip!
Good night everyone.