Eight Days a Week

May 22, 2023

Another long one

The air mattress patch held up overnight, so I got a good night's sleep. The wind had shifted once again, this time coming out of the southeast at a steady 8mph. I got in touch with a warmshowers host about 80 miles away and headed out. The day felt like I was just grinding out the miles, which was actually exactly what I was doing. But I made it to my destination. My host met me on the road about seven miles from his house, and we had a very pleasant ride together.

My air mattress, still inflated in the morning.

Riding on the back roads around here is very depressing. Between the Confederate flags, and the disrespect for the land, it makes one wonder if there is hope for America. The locals that I've met at diners and roadside stops say that morals have declined, but I don't think they've looked in their own front yards.