Kingsland GA.

I got up early this morning. I set an alarm for 5:30 with hopes of being on the road as soon as it was daylight. That didn’t work out and I didn’t start riding until 8:30. I did get a lot of lollygagging done in those 3 hours though. It was a beautiful morning and I just wasn’t very motivated. From the little I saw I really liked Jekyll Island. It’s definitely on the list of places to return to one day. There is bike paths all over and I rode them quite a bit. I love the live oak trees and the Spanish Moss. At least i do when it’s daylight. Sometimes in the moonlight the moss blowing in the breeze can look like all sorts of creatures!

Live oak is actually a species of tree. It is an evergreen.

On the bridge over the intracoastal waterway leaving the island I saw small yacht heading south. I could just make out the name on its bow. Moxie. I remembered the Moxie Cola that is so common in Maine and wondered where the yachts home port was. I went as fast as I could up to the peak of the bridge racing the yacht. I made it just in time to read the stern as it passed underneath me. It was from Maine. I took a picture with my phone but it’s not very good.

Yesterday at the Islands visitor center I met a cyclist out for a day ride. His name was Terry and he had crossed the country twice and also followed the Mississippi River from its start in Itasca Minnesota to New Orleans. He had done several other tours but those were the big ones. He was really nice and told me some places where others had stealthed camped and even gave me his contact information in case I needed anything. This morning he was headed into town and passed me on route 520. He stopped and we talked a bit more. He was an interesting man and I would of liked to of talked longer. It’s always great to meet nice people and have a conversation even if it’s brief.

On the Island the first house was built in the 1700s. It is now a historical place. I checked it out just to examine the construction. Instead of gravel mixed in their version of concrete they used sea shells. There really isn’t any gravel occurring naturally like it does in the north. It must of worked just as well. The masonry part is still in good shape.

Around noon I stopped for lunch at a picnic table beside a gas station. I miss the little rest areas that were so common in Maryland and Virginia. I had just finished my peanut butter wrap and cold coffee when Kris and Andrea pulled in. It was good to see them again. We all agreed that it was great to be out of SC because route 17 had tiny shoulders in that state. They had even taken the same sand road that I had to push my bike on. I think I got ahead of them this afternoon, but I’m now about 25 miles behind Neal. So many different bike routes use 17 in this area I will probably run into more cyclist.

The headwind today was pretty rough at times especially headed west. I still managed 51 miles though.