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| Today, the hills turned into mountains, Georgia turned into Alabama, and my legs turned into concrete blocks. |
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| Alabama has certainly been beautiful thus far. |
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| For lunch, we stopped at Little River Falls in Alabama. |
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| The Tennessee River runs right through Scottsboro and greeted me after my descent of Sand Mountain. |
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| Unclaimed baggage from all over the United States ends up in Scottsboro, Alabama at, you guessed it, Unclaimed Baggage. You can buy an unclaimed unicycle, or an unclaimed prom dress, or an unclaimed iPad, or... It was probably the most bizarre store I've ever been to, kind of like a Goodwill, but with items that people lost at airports or train stations and apparently didn't care to find again. |
I want to take a moment to fill in some details of today's ride, just to display some of the variety I experienced on this one 80 mile stretch:
I struggled up the Appalachian mountains at approximately 5 mph and, at some points, had to stop every couple hundred feet to catch my breath. I rode down these same mountains at 45 mph and over one particular 3 mile section didn't have to pedal at all. Thunderstorms scattered the day and after cresting the first mountain, I saw the blackest, most ominous clouds I've ever seen in my life. I proceeded to bike straight toward them, taking cover under a gas station and a carport when the rains came. After the storms passed the sun and humidity was so intense it felt like I was riding in the rainforest, birds chirping and all. Today's ride was challenging and rewarding, horrible and awesome! I hated it. But I loved it!
The Catty Corner:
Erin inhaled a fly.
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