Tom Week - Borders
7/1/21 – On The Border
I rode my bike to Georgia and back. A whole seven miles. Lesson for today; when lubing the disc brakes on your bike, do not spray WD-40 on the brake rotors.
Pat saw the park’s alligator today. I did not.
7/2/21 – Where The Trains Are
We are just south of Folkston GA, home of the Folkston Funnel. All the trains going in and out of Florida pass through here. People come from all over the world to watch these trains. At least that’s what the Chamber of Commerce says.
We’re across the street from the entrance to the Okefenokee Swamp.
7/3/21 – Longer Bike Ride
I screwed up this one. I looked on the map and it said that it was 4.5 miles to the wildlife refuge. It took longer than expected. When I checked, I’d gone 7.5 miles. Turns out the mileage was to the welcome center, not the viewing points. Fortunately it was so flat it was an easy return trip.
On the ride I got to an armadillo run across the road and a weird pile of animal poop in the middle of the road. I thought it odd so I took a picture. Turns out it was bear scat. The bears in the are have a habit of shitting on roads. Weird.
This campground has the weirdest laundromat. You pay at the office and they give you the key. Weird.
7/4/21 – Happy America
Last night there were people in the woods setting of fireworks. Yeah, I’m an idiot. I just read a story about the local police arresting a bunch of people for shooting their guns off in the woods.
Well, we were going to go to a place called Jekyll Island. Unfortunately it’s right in the path of the tropical storm. Instead we’re going to Augusta Georgia. Where the golf is.
7/5/21 – Augusta Hot
95 degrees, but the humidity is less than it was down in the swamp.
7/6/21 – The Best Intentions
I went for a bike ride and totally wiped myself out. When I started out it was in the 70’s and there was a breeze. An hour later it was in the 90’s, no breeze, and the hills were much steeper than anticipated. Not enough research. Had a good nap though.
7/7/21 – This Isn’t Charlotte
We’re actually in Fort Mill South Carolina, just across the river from Charlotte, North Carolina. We’re in a town that has a city park called Confederate Park. In this park is a statue depicting slaves grateful to their masters for being cared for. Sick.