Canada
2013
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Day 17 July 1 |
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This will be a shorter day of only 600 miles or so. But I polish off my seafood breakfast from the night before and get it in gear to head for my beloved Holler. | ||
As I move along, I see a true 'truck stop' sign. These type of signs made out of a truck and a trailer always amaze and amuse me. I just wonder how they get those things up there and get them to stay. | ||
When I see what's going on in the other lane, I sure am glad that I'm headed in the opposite direction. | ||
I leave the traffic behind and finally get back out into the country. | ||
This will be day of many major river crossings - the Missouri, the Mississippi, the Ohio, the Tennessee and the Cumberland. | ||
The further south I head, the less promising the sky looks. | ||
When I see a large flag flying, it really rejoices my heart. I love my country and flag and proudly served as a Marine. But I sure don't like a lot of the foolishness that has been going on over the last few years. | ||
The time comes to pass over another river before too much longer. | ||
As I make my way, I see this old home place. It reminds me a lot of my grandfather's farm back in the hills where I grew up. | ||
Soon it's time for a stop so Frost and I can take a short rest. | ||
This sign reminds me that there are lot towns with the same name scattered across the United States. But this is not the Nashville I'm headed for today. | ||
As I ride, I try to keep an eye on the skies up ahead and the windshield wipers on the cars coming from the other direction. I can see bottom is about to fall out, so I take refuge under the next bridge to get my rain gear on. | ||
And sure enough it does! | ||
But as it happens many times when you are covering long distances, you'll run out of it almost as quick as you run into it. | ||
I'm always happy when I see this sign as this is the last slab I have to negotiate to get back to the Holler. | ||
I give my friend Superman a wave as I pass his hometown of Metropolis. | ||
But one more time, I hit a construction zone that slows me down. | ||
Now that I am within 'striking distance', I make my last fuel stop. | ||
It looks like I may be able to make it all the way home without anymore rain. So when I cross the Tennessee line still dry, I am a happy camper. From here it's only about 60 miles to the Holler. | ||
I've covered over 8,000 miles in 17 days on two wheels and have seen and experienced things that most folks will never get a chance to see. As I pull into the Holler, I realize just how blessed I am and thank my Lord above for keeping me safe and allowing me the privilege to take journeys such as this. | ||
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