Friday January 6, 2017, 54 miles (87 km) – Total so far: 324 miles (521 km)
Barnwell to Walterboro, SC.
Woke up to a fine, pink sunrise this morning, hoping to stay ahead of the rain but it was not to be. Google decided it was time to mess with me and she’s a practical jokester. I looked at my traditional analog map and saw that Hwy 64 was a straight shot between stops. Ms. Google said, “nay, nay”. I really think the problem started because somewhere, when I should have made a turn, the GPS, or cell signal or whatever she uses disappeared. From then on, it was her attempt to get me back on route.
“In 600 feet, take a right turn onto Alligator Road”. What? You’ve got to be kidding me Google! Can’t you see that’s a sand road? So there I am, dazed and confused,wondering what to do. Maybe it’s only for a short distance, so I turn and head down a little ways. “Stay on Alligator Road for two miles”. OMG!
Well, there was nothing to do but go forward. At least I thought, it will make a good story. Let me tell you, it’s hard enough to ride a sand road on a regular bike let alone a 120 pound long based recumbent with a 20 inch wheel. Maybe I’ll get to see an Alligator. Nope, but I did fall prey to many a sand trap.
I finally made it out alive, if not sandy and off we go again. Wait, is my asphalt road turning to a driveway wide sand pit again? No way! Fortunately a nice angel walking her dog spared me and sent me on my proper route. Even then as I was moving along, Google says, ” Turn left on Hoppin John Road”. You guessed it, sand. I just kept on going. No way was I turning. Finally, I found Hwy 64 again but while I was doing all that, the rain found me. Bummer!
Wet, cold frustrated and somewhat cranky, I needed a pick me up. What’s that up ahead in the town of Lodge? An old gas station with lots of cars parked outside. Could it be? Yes, a gas station/resturant! Yippee! I’m all over that so in I go and I’m a happy camper again. Funny how the dry, warm confines of a friendly place that smells of good food can make a day. Not to mention two, fine lady’s who cooked and served me said food.
After that, all I had to do was ride another twenty miles down the road to my next hotel of the trip, check in, shower, change and hunt and gather food. The songs of Dire Straits, Pink Floyd, Mumford and Sons and Joe Bonamassa made the miles fly by.
So, here I am in Walterboro which is actually on the ACA Atlantic Coast Route. Hear that Google? I got Maps. Tomorrow, God willin and the creek don’t rise to high, I head into Charleston to spend a couple of nights with my daughter Erin. Hopefully, Clara’s wheel can limp the last 45 miles in and we will pick up her new one. All that, as long as it doesn’t snow tonight. Winter is Comming!