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. We began to feel like the town was sucking us in, and that we'd be trapped there forever in its boringness. So we re-traced our route and rode the shoulder of a state highway to get out of there as fast as we could. The delay had cost us, though, and we were now sure we wouldn't make it to Greensboro on time. Luckily, Travis and Bronwyn, CouchSurfers from Greensboro, drove to Danville (about 40 miles!) to pick us up and tote us into town. We showered and immediately headed out to their favorite bar, where we were joined by members of the Beard and Moustache Club of Greensboro (of which Travis is the president) to form an unstoppable team of trivial knowledge--we competed in (and won) the trivia contest at the bar that night. We slept at Bronwyn's house and woke to a breakfast of omlettes and fresh smoothies. Delicious. Nutritious. Perfect for us.
An Independent Roadtrip
Who We Interviewed
Farmer, Polyface Farms
Executive Director, GlobalLinks
Event Planner for the Center for Multiculturalism at UNCW
May 30, 2008
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The phrase we coined, to describe our journey, was that we were plumbing the depths of human kindness. It began on my ride east to Philadelphia, when my friend Lou picked me up, freezing and behind schedule, then took me further along the trail to mak