We left Charleston and rode about sixty miles, a good amount of ground to cover considering that we left at one o'clock that afternoon. We camped that night in the woods by the road, another night like renegades. We were, unfortunately, unprepared to deal with both heat and insects simultaneously--our bivy bags, which provided protection from the mosquitoes, proved unbearably hot, while to sleep in nothing but a sheet would mean... (more)
Lord, how we wanted to stay.
(more)From Lynchburg, VA, we began to deviate from our planned route. We headed straight south toward Greensboro, where we had found a group of couchsurfers who were willing to host us. By noon, we had peddled into Altavista, VA, and entered the Twilight Zone; no one in town seemed to know how we could get from where we were to where we wanted to be; no one knew the names of roads; people gave us conflicting directions; it went on and on.... (more)
After we awoke from our makeshift campground, we began to ride toward Myrtle Beach, another deviation from our planned route. But we had grown tired of hilly terrain and figured the fastest way out of it was to head to the coast.
(more)At Polyface Farm I tuned up our bicycles and noticed that I'd broken two spokes on my rear wheel. I trued my wheel as best as I could and we rode out of Swoope late that afternoon, with intent to arrive in Lexington. We were caught in a rainstorm and asked a few folks sitting on their porch if they knew a dry place we could stay for the night. One of the women, Laura, offered to let us sleep in her building, and the rest invited us... (more)
