Before we left, the Edisto Motel served us a final example of why it’s a special place. Nathan and Taryn(?) were in front of their room a couple doors down from us, and it turned out they were fellow travelers with whom we had quite a bit in common. They had been walking (for Jesus),… Read more…

Our AirBNB was on the street that becomes the bridge that crosses the Ashley River that takes us out of Charleston. So that was unfortunately easy, especially since the bridge connecting the peninsula to the west is flat, unlike the huge climb that connects the peninsula to the east. Immediately we noticed lines of backed-up… Read more…

Our push after yesterday’s crash left only 10 miles remaining to our three-night break in Charleston. Rett wasn’t exactly feeling great, and glad that we had done the 20 extra miles yesterday rather than today, but she’d at least be able to complete this final bit. The short ride (and 4pm check-in at our vacation… Read more…

Yesterday afternoon our Motel 6 was literally the first thing on the ground after we crossed the Pee Dee River and entered Georgetown, and my dash back and forth across the highway to pick up Taco Bell for dinner certainly brought no further insight into the town. I also have no memories from 2010 likely… Read more…

“It can’t actually be this hot”, I said to myself as I stepped outside. “The only reason it feels this muggy is because we’ve spent three days inside an air-conditioned house and we’ve forgotten what normal air feels like”. But no, a couple miles of riding revealed that it actually is this hot! It was… Read more…

“Make hay while the sun shines” is an inherent part of my personality. It’s the part that led me to spend far below my means for a couple of sun-shining decades, with the accumulated hay allowing us to retire early and live this life. And it’s also why, in our 500 mile quest for Savannah,… Read more…