2/24/2015

Again there was a light misty sprinkle. I threw on a sweatshirt and pulled tight compression socks over my calves. I had it in my mind that I would battle through whatever forces nature threw at me. The monochromatic colored day didn’t look as if I would be running shirtless. Again there was nothing paved for my feet. Grass hid the puddles and uneven grass but I navigated the roads with confidence and competence. I passed a little shop called the Carolina Cider company. It looked like one of those country stores that had built a reputation around its products. I wanted to stop but I didn’t want to lose momentum.

A dozen miles later, I reached a town with a sidewalk on my route. As luck would have it, Carolina Cider Company had a second store. Again I didn’t stop...

3/22/2015

I love the sound of little bird feet on top of the trailer. It always sounds like the tiny creatures are having so much fun. I’ve had the pleasure of spotting so many kinds of birds on this trip. I could see why so many bird watching enthusiasts existed. The morning was spent downsizing and organizing the trailer. It seemed that the vehicle was in a constant state of disarray despite our best efforts. After Crystal gave our sinks a thorough scrubbing, they shined brilliantly. The final matter was to dump all excess weight and we could hit the road. We were thankful for the opportunity because the heat from prior days cooked the waste and left a scent less than desirable.

We pulled out and said good-bye to Sandy our wonderful host...

3/20/2015

The weather was cool and I was ready to run. The road to South Carolina was surrounded by forest. I would enter the state via the Savannah Wildlife Refuge. Shrubs and bushes joined the tall savannah grass. Again I witnessed the change in my geography. Even the grass morphed under my feet. As I crossed a metal drawbridge with no shoulder a beastly semi-truck rattled the structure. I looked down and saw a strong flowing current. My steps were swift but cautious. A few minutes after crossing the bridge, I found myself at another one. This time the other side held the promise of a new state.

The camera clicked as I captured the moment. I was in South Carolina. I felt warm despite the dreary weather. For a while, the area available for running was but a sliver...