Oh Boy… what a week!

I couldn’t afford to pay the bike shop to fix my spokes, and they didn’t offer, so I decided to just find the tool and would fix it myself. I figured that when I got to the campground, I could work on it.

Well it was a good thought anyway. The ride was different than what I’ve been seeing. These fields were a different kind of crop.

Container after container – it seemed like a gazillion of them were here. It is actually a Walmart distribution center. It was hard to believe how many containers were sitting there.

It was kind of nice going the smaller roads to get there because there was a lot less traffic. But unfortunately, I could not make it down the road the campground was on. The dirt was too soft. So soft, I almost got stuck!

So plan B, keep moving forward until I can find a place to sit down and decide where to go next.

I made it to a little town called Register. While I was trying to decide if I should stay there or if I should keep going down the road someone walked up to me and offered to let me set up my tent in their yard. I think I met half the town in the next 5 minutes, lol.

The pony turned out to be on a long tether, not roaming free like it appears. Some guy actually tried to put a saddle on it a few minutes after I took the picture. The pony did not like it at all. It may sound mean to say, but I was actually pretty amused as I watched him trying to put the saddle on and the pony bucking and kicking to toss it back off. He did finally get the saddle on and was able to walk the pony around, but when his daughter showed up, she walked away disappointed when it appeared dad say no riding today.

The people here were really nice and were telling me about how dry it was. As a thank you I told her I would ask God to send some rain. Not enough to flood, but a steady rain to saturate the ground. She said anytime I pass through, I was welcome there. Then I headed down the road.

As I was leaving I had hoped to make friends with a little kitten that was begging me for food.

But he liked it too much where he was, so I headed down the road without him. As I was leaving my bicycle decided it just did not want to work. I couldn’t peddle; every time I tried the wheel wobbled so much it rubbed against the frame. I ended up walking most of the way to Glennville which was 30 miles.

I will be honest and say the walk was definitely not an easy one. Those little ridges I don’t like so much were a lot wider on this part of the road. I couldn’t even fit the bike between the ridges and the grass.

I was able to glide down hills, but straight flat land and any uphill climb, I could not do because of the peddles making the tire rub against the frame. But I was able to make it through Claxton and down to Glennville. As I was walking down the street looking around I heard someone calling my name.

It turned out to be someone I had met back when I was in Claxton. She said she was worried about me going down the one highway to get to Hinesville, saying it was very dangerous and wanted to offer me a ride. Her name is Sherry and she is on fire for God.

I’m glad I met her because she is full of energy.

In the morning as I was heading off to get coffee, I ran into another challenge. As I was coming up to a stop at an intersection, I heard a snap and had no front brake. I wasn’t too worried as I know how to change brake cables now and I figured if Dick’s didn’t have cables, I could get them from Walmart.

Sherry gave me a ride to the Dick’s sporting in Hinesville later that day. We talked for a bit and then she prayed over me. She also put some salve on my hand saying it would clear it up. She was definitely a blessing that day because without that ride, the thought of possibly going down hills with no brake just did not sit well with me.

Dick’s said it would be a few days before one of their techs could look at the bike and the girl behind the counter asked if I wanted her to look at it. Honestly, I really only wanted to borrow the tool that would get the gear thing off so I could change the spokes, but I accepted her offer. She actually called her husband to come in and help out. And that is when they discovered that the spokes that were sold to me were too skinny to fit on the wheel.

They said there was a bike shop in Richmond Hill, but I wasn’t planning on going North and I didn’t know of any other shops in the area. As I was trying to think of what to do, the lady from Dick’s offered the solution of taking a wheel from a defective bike that had been returned and was sitting in storage for a while. It fit on the bike pretty well and when they saw the brake cable broken, also offered to fix it. A big thank you to them for all their help. My bike is starting to look like a mutant, lol. The front wheel is the one from the bike shop in Mt. Pleasant and the back one is from Dicks.

And it started raining this morning so I wasn’t going to be going far. I found the library and that is where I am now. There is a camp ground about 3 miles to the south and I would probably go check that place out except that it is raining pretty good.

I think the rain as stopped for a few minutes. I should head off while I can. I plan on going south tomorrow, its just a question of how far to go and which road to take.

That’s all for now.

Today’s tidbit: And the LORD will continually guide you, And satisfy your desire in scorched places, And give strength to your bones; And you will be like a watered garden, And like a spring of water whose waters do not fail. Isaiah 58:11

Statesboro, GA

Oh goodness, there were more hills to go up and down. And these hills, though fewer, they were higher. At one point a sheriff stopped to talk to me. Not that I was doing anything wrong, but a passerby was concerned about my struggling to get up the hill. I told her I was fine and took breaks as much as I could. That particular hill was + 348ft. I am definitely looking forward to FLAT land!

On the upside, going down those hills allowed me to coast for a very long distance. The weather was warm and in the morning it was cloudy, but by afternoon it was sunny.

As I was passing over the bridge, the “swamp” area was bone dry and the plants below looked like they were starved for water. I don’t how long the drought here has been going on but even the river looked pretty low.

About 10-12 miles down the road, I came to this really small community called Cooperville and had lunch at the gas station/restaurant. It was pretty good food, for a pretty low price. But this was one of those dinky little places with a Dollar store, the gas station and a post office.

I scared lots of deer away from the roadside before I could grab my phone to get photos, but I did get a chance to get a picture of this redheaded woodpecker.

The rest of the trip was pleasant, mostly flat roads and lots of countryside

When I started finding peanuts on the side of the road, I got curious. I had never had unboiled, unbaked, or unsalted peanuts before. Fresh picked peanuts that had fallen off the trucks. There were more and more of them as I went down the road. I didn’t pick anymore up, but just laughed to myself because it reminded me of the Dupois Campground down in Florida when the corn trucks went by and ears fell off the trucks. It was the best corn I had ever had.

I bet if I had picked up all the peanuts I was finding I probably would have collected a whole pound.

There is a campground about 7-9 miles from here I am considering going to. Its $10 night and you can rent a kayak for a few hours or a whole day. It might be pretty fun to do that.

Today’s tidbit: Life can change in an instant due to job loss, weather disaster, illness, death, or even war. Do not judge those who are fighting to survive what life has dealt to them. More importantly do not condemn those who have lost hope or given up for they are the ones who need you the most.

Back Into Georgia

What a beautiful sunset! It had been very overcast most of the day, but at the very end of the day the sun broke through the clouds long enough to say “I’m still here!” and then it disappeared behind the clouds once again.

It was what I call a Fall day. The day when winter starts to make the warmth of summer, but it doesn’t quite work.

I think the accident I had the other day broke a couple of spokes and my wheel was wobbling for a lot of the trip. When I get to a bike shop or another Walmart, I will get some more spokes. If its Walmart, I’ll just have to order them online and have them delivered.

I honestly did not like Allendale, it had a uncomfortable feel to the whole city. I ended up getting a hotel room for the second night I was there because the feeling was just too overwhelming. I don’t like spending money I don’t have, but I’d rather do that, then be up all night in fear for my safety.

The room was actually a lot nicer than I expected for only $45.

I left after coffee in the morning and headed down the road toward Sylvania, GA. I enjoyed the ride except for the HILLS! Lots and Lots and Lots of hills! Then I made it to the trail. Its an old highway that was turned into a trail and it runs along side the current highway.

I probably could have gone down the trail for the next mile, but opted not to. And I am glad I didn’t. When I got to the river, the trail ended and there was no working bridge to cross over.

On the other side of the bridge, I was back into Georgia.

I stopped at the Welcome center to pick up a map and any information I could on campgrounds.

Unfortunately the welcome center was closed that day and the next day. However, there had been a caravan of RV’s that passed me as I was crossing the bridge and they happened to be there. About 6 of them all together. They invited me to have a sandwich and chips then they headed home. They had been to the Santee Campground in SC. The one guy, Danny, said that if I go through Jesup on my way south that I could put my tent up there.

I headed off down the road again with about 15 miles to go. About halfway there, it looked like it was about to rain, so I stopped and covered everything, got my rain jacket and my umbrella….. then it decided not to rain, lol. It did rain a few miles down the road and after about an hour it started raining again.

It took me all day to get there, but I finally made it to Sylvania. The center of the city sits pretty much on top of a really big hill and everything else is all around. The only fast food was McDonalds, but there are a few restaurants in the area.

There is supposed to be a camping area a few miles outside the city so I will be looking into that before I head off tomorrow.

That’s all for now.

Today’s tidbit: Blessings come in many ways, some are small, some are large. It’s not the size of the blessing that matters, its the blessing itself. Enjoy them all and be thankful for what you are given.

Happy New Year!

If you know anything about the Jewish religion you will know that the Jewish new year has just passed. Lots of interesting things start happening this time of year and it can be awesome.

I was able to go to the play “The Diary of Ann Frank”. It has such a sad ending. But I thought the cast did a pretty good job of telling the story.

I stayed at the librarians house for the night and she invited me to the play. She was playing the role of Edith Frank. It was definitely something different to do and I enjoyed it.

The staff at the very small library were very nice people. It as only been there for just over a year, so they are still building it up.

I’m not sure why my photos of it didn’t upload, I’ll try again later. The internet speed where I am at the moment is not the best.

I left Cottageville the next day and only went as far as Walterboro because something was not right with my bike. As I was coming into Walterboro, I heard a screech behind me and quickly pulled off the road.

Little did I realize that the screeching car decided to pass on the right hand side of the person behind me, so I was actually faced with two cars behind me. I will admit, I thought for sure I was about to get hit, but he stopped just before that. I sure hoped that not everyone here drove like that.

In the morning I headed off to get my coffee and was trying to decide how far to go when the bolt broke on the trailer and I took another tumble into the roadway. I am very grateful that no cars were on the road at that time because it could have been a lot worse.

That also made my decision to stay another day because I needed to make sure I had extra bolts just in case something like that happened again. Two accidents within a week is not a good thing. Once I fixed the trailer and had extra bolts I headed out again.

No too far outside the city I met someone who said if I make it to where he lived that I was welcome to stay at his place. He was in the process of foreclosure and was leaving to go to Charleston on Thursday. I told him I wouldn’t put a picture of him online unless I had his permission. He hasn’t said whether its okay or not yet.

On the way there the horses were prancing in the field again, and ran up to the fence to greet me. I don’t know why they do that, but I get the biggest kick out of the bucking, kicking the hooves in the air and prancing around, showing off.

My bicycle still wasn’t feeling right and something was rubbing and making it difficult to peddle, but I made it to the next little town. Welcome to Lodge, SC.

With a population of about 114 people it is a dinky little place. There is a closed down auction house, a restaurant that serves breakfast and lunch, two churches and a few houses, but that is about all there is. My new friend said the town has been dying. Seems to be a trend here in South Carolina, the small towns getting eaten up by the larger ones.

I will be here until tomorrow and then head off again. Not much else is going on.

Today’s tidbit: Variety is the spice of life. Enjoy the diversity of the environment around you and allow it to help you overcome partiality.

Bumpity, Bump, Bump Bump

Ouch!

I really don’t like those little grooves on the side of the roads! I was on a road, riding downhill between the grooves and the grass when one of the trailer wheels caught on the grass and bounced a little bit into the grooves. Then it swerved back over to the grass, then back to the grooves and long story short, I was fish tailing at a fast speed and couldn’t slow down fast enough and ended up sliding down the pavement for a few feet.

I’m glad I have extra jeans to wear because i’m singing that tune “I’ve got a couple dents in my fender, a couple of rips in my jeans”…..

I slid on the one saddle bags enough that its ripped almost to the bottom and my hitch broke. I would have gotten a couple more photos, but my battery wouldn’t charge all day yesterday.

I wasn’t exactly sure where I was so I just kept going down the road. When I found a gas station, I put a couple of straps around my saddle bag to hold it together and zip ties around the hitch to keep it from coming completely apart. I needed to find a welder that could help me out.

I made it to Cottageville, SC by the end of the day. I walked a lot because my knee was a bit sore and my hand and shoulder hurt. I think the dirt is ground into my hand because I’ve washed it several times and it doesn’t seem to want to come out.

There isn’t much here, a couple of gas stations, a Dollar General and a Family Dollar, A police station/town hall/library, a park and a few churches. Its mostly a residential area. The people seem to be very nice and I have found their “old fart club” at one of the gas stations this morning.

One of them boasted that this is where they solved all the worlds problems and I said oh yea? You haven’t solved mine! I need a free welder, lol. I was mostly joking even though it was true. And he pointed at another guy at the table and said right there.

His name is Danny Lee Reeves.

He was happy to help me out.

I will be sewing my saddle bag as soon as I leave the library. I’m not the best seamstress, but I think I can sew it enough to keep everything in it. I learned to double stitch so it stays together.

While in Summerville, I almost got hit by an owl swooping down after a rat.

I wish this phone got better night shots, but at least I was able to get some kind of picture of it.

And the frog. He sat next to me last night eating little bugs and mosquitoes. I think frogs can be pretty cool even though they are pretty ugly in a very cute way.

And one place called Goose Creek had a private community that had a cute pavilion and kids playhouse.

Other than that, it really was a beautiful ride through the last couple of towns. There were lakes on both side scatter all through the woods, lots of shade and until I crossed the county line there was a decent sized road shoulder/sidewalk.

One of the guys in the old fart club suggested I take hwy 21 rather than 17A saying it would be less busy. I will look at the map today and decide.

Next stop will be Walterboro.

That’s all for now.

Todays Tidbit:

For we all stumble in many ways. If anyone does not stumble in what he says, he is a perfect man, able to bridle the whole body as well. James 3:2

Cotton Pick’n Time

Hemingway, 4 miles south of Johnsonville, was a fairly small town, but they had a few stores and restaurants. I only stayed long enough to get breakfast then headed off.

I went through a lot of little towns down this road (hwy 261) The next little town was Stuckey.

Stuckey was definitely not what I would call a town. There was the tractor dealer and a furniture store here, but nothing else. I was hoping that Indiantown would at least have a gas station, but it only had two closed schools and a church.

I sat on a shady step in back of the church so I could have lunch and rest for a minute. I met Hazel here. We talked for a bit and I honestly wish I had more time to talk with her, but I wasn’t sure when I would be finding someplace to sleep.

She was a sweetheart and she was concerned for the area, asking me to pray for the Community leaders to gain some common sense and that God breath new life into the area. I told her I would pass the request on, but I was concerned it might be too little, too late.

I kept on down the road … cotton field after cotton field. Its amazing that some how someone had the idea to turn this little cotton boll into clothes to wear.

For anyone interested, squatting is still legal in South Carolina. These houses are standing empty. A little bit of fix me up work and they would probably make a great place to live.

An interesting sign that I didn’t know what was for until I got close up to it.

Yes, they actually tell you that there are little groves on the side of the road. The road also had a large enough shoulder that I could ride in between the grooves and the grass. Still a very pretty ride.

Along the way I found these fruits hanging in the trees all over place. I picked on and will look it up to see what it is. I think maybe I should cut it open to see what it looks like inside. It could just be a seed pod. When I flicked it with my finger it almost sounded hollow.

I stayed the night in Kingstree and headed off early in the morning. My plan was to stop in St Stephen for the night and check on camping areas the next day. There are about 6 campgrounds in this area and I hadn’t chosen one yet.

Unfortunately while I was looking for a restroom a police officer approached me and asked what I was doing. Apparently someone had called thinking I was breaking into the place. Time for me to leave, I am not going to spend my night looking over my shoulder in a town that doesn’t like strangers.

I headed off down the road knowing it was about 15 miles to the next town and it was already getting dark. about 6 miles down the road, I came into a dinky little place called Bonneau. I stayed there for the rest of the night and headed out early the next morning.

And I made it to Moncks Corner. Or so I thought. It wasn’t until I went over the bridge and realized I had come out of the twilight zone back into civilization.

There are stores here! There are fast food restaurants, pancakes houses and all kinds of stuff. Wow, what a difference from the fields on the other side of the bridge.

It took me most of the day to upload the photos so I went to a park and decided to finish posting today. And guess what happened when I was at the park.

Yep, a cop approached me and asked me for my ID. I immediately went on the defensive and asked if there was a problem. No I wasn’t being very nice about it either and when she asked how long I planned on staying, I said, I guess I’ll be leaving if your here to run me off.

She said she just wanted to be sure I was ok and see if I needed anything. I apologized and told her what had happened to me in St. Stephen. She said no one would bother me while I was here.

And then I got covered in love bugs. There were all over everything and were getting in my shirt! I am so glad those critters don’t bite. But they helped lighten my mood and get my mind on other things.

And that is where I am now- Moncks Corner, SC. I will plan the next leg of my journey today and head out probably tomorrow unless something comes up to change my plans.

I hope this posts ok. I’ve had to retype it a couple of times because the internet here comes and goes and I loose stuff.

That’s all for now.

Today’s Tidbit: “Don’t find fault, find a remedy; anybody can complain” – Henry Ford

Rest is a Great Thing!

What a grueling couple of days it has been, but I can honestly say that yesterday was awesome. On the road with no stress, no worries, no troubles (except for the hills, lol) and trucks and cars passing by with no horns blaring. Just taking my time, enjoying the nature around.

After I posted my last post I was asked about when I was going to leave. Everyone kept wanting me to stay another week. I had not been told that I was supposed to only stay a couple of days. I took it as a hint that it was time to move on and hit the road the next morning.

Unfortunately I didn’t have time to really plan out my route, but only had a general idea of where I was going. I decided not to head back to North Myrtle Beach and took a completely different route instead. The first part was hard, like being on Hwy 17, the road had no shoulder, with the little ridges along the white line, and a cracked and caving roadway. I didn’t make it very far, only about 8 miles.

If I had kept on that route the next day I would have had about 20 miles to get to Conway, SC. But I honestly didn’t feel like dealing with those conditions, so I decided to take a different route. A few swampy areas, but mostly just miles and miles of farmland.

Cotton fields for the most part and some look like they are ready to harvest. Though the road had no shoulder, it also had pretty much no traffic! Unfortunately, it also had no towns, no place I could set up a tent for the night, no place to stop and rest, just miles and miles of farmland.

I finally ran across a church in the middle of the farmland and it looked like they were getting ready to have a service. I decided maybe it would be good for me to ask if I could borrow their doorstep for the night. What came next was a complete surprise.

One of the women said the pastor wasn’t there, but one of the deacons might be able to help. Then some guy came up and ran me off saying I wasn’t welcome there and they don’t help people like me.

When the heads away, the body goes astray… I will be sending the pastor a letter about the incident. My concern now was to find someplace to sleep before it got dark…. okay maybe before it got light again, lol. I lit up my bike as best as I could when the sun disappeared. I walked rather than rode. I’m glad there wasn’t much traffic. I must have walked about 10 miles. The roadway changed and guess what! This one had a wide shoulder on one side! I finally found a bench to sit on about 11:30 and fell asleep.

I woke up about 3am and decided to go ahead and get on the road. The wide shoulder would allow me to travel safely in the dark so I wasn’t too concerned. For whatever reason the shoulder switched sides every couple of miles and then stopped and I was back walking on the road again. At that time of morning it wasn’t a big deal. Most sane people are still sleeping or just starting to wake up to head off to work.

I found a small breakfast cafe to stop at until daylight. They had some pretty good food too. The name of the place was odd “Park & Blow Handi Mart”. I wasn’t going to ask how they came up with that. I was happy to sit until the sun came up.

What a beautiful ride it turned out to be. Just taking my time, enjoying nature as I rode along. The cars and trucks were steady, but they didn’t seem to mind going around me.

I found a boat ramp that wasn’t on Google maps.

I asked a guy that was putting his boat out and he said its only been there for about a year. I rested here then decided to make my way into town. I will be here for today and will decide in the morning if I will stay one more day or head out. It has been in the 50’s the last two nights, so I am thinking about heading south.

Oops, I haven’t told you where I am yet. Well, I am in a place called Johnsonville, SC. There isn’t much here, but they do have a McDonalds. It’s not quite big enough yet for Walmart to move in and the Fred’s store is closing up.

Now, I am off to write a letter to a pastor of a very nasty church…. well at least one person there is nasty, but those first impressions can leave a bad taste in your mouth…. and since I didn’t have the opportunity to meet anyone else… I’ll post the letter once its finished.

Which brings me to todays tidbit:

Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by this some have entertained angels without knowing it. Hebrews 13:2

Still in Tabor City

I have a feeling they don’t get many visitors here because they keep asking me to stay a few more days. I don’t mind staying a few extra days because I really needed to sit still and not have my bike and trailer attached to me for at least a couple of days.

I’ll admit it is taking some getting used to, leaving my bike at the tent and walking down the street. While at the library, I will think, I’ll just run outside and have some lunch real quick, then realize I don’t have my bike with me.

I took a couple of pictures of downtown Tabor City. There isn’t much to say about it, except its a city that is in transition. They want to keep downtown as a historic district and build new all around it.

I went to breakfast at Mama’s restaurant the day I took these photos. It wasn’t too bad, but I wouldn’t be able to afford to eat there often.

There were a couple of beautiful sunrises, one foggy one clear.

The weekend brought many fishers out and I heard there were lots of speckled perch, brim and a few bass caught.

There is a group of old men that sit around in front of the bait shop each day and just talk about stuff. Other than that life here is very slow and quiet.

My newest visitor is a daddy long legs.

He sat there in that same spot for a few days, but it appears he has gone away now. The only visitors I had last night were ants. They were aggrevating! I finally found what it was they were after – a box of raisins.

The featured image is a thank you that I made for Aaron. Something simple, but cute. I had a lot of trouble making it because my saw blade seemed dull, my x-acto blade seemed dull, I was out of sanding paper and my Dremel battery died. But I think it came out ok.

Not very much exciting to say, I know. But that is pretty much how it is here. Most everyone here goes to Myrtle Beach for their excitement and to Whiteville to do their shopping.

That’s all for now.

Today’s tidbit: It is okay to SMILE!

Light Show, Lake Tabor

I haven’t been doing very much except relaxing. Oh drat! I forgot to get a photo of my newest wood project. I’ll get it later, but for now, I hope you enjoy the photos of the light show.

This was a beautiful display of heat lightening that lasted several hours. Not one single roar of thunder, just flash, flash, super flash! It was awesome to watch.

The lake was covered in a thick blanket of fog the next morning.

It turned out to be a beautiful day. Warm and comfortable in the shade. Coffee next to the lake side and just a very relaxing time.

I woke up the next day with this little frog and cicada on the mesh of the tent. I wasn’t sure if the frog was thinking about eating the bug or not as it was almost the same size, lol. I also ran across this walking stick on top of a walking stick on my way down to the lake. It was still a foggy start, but not the thickness as yesterday.

I spent the day making a gift for Aaron, the guy that runs the place, as a thank you for allowing me to put my tent up near the woods. It really has been wonderful to be able to just relax for a few days. I’ll get a picture to post later.

Tonight they will have a fishing tournament. I decided to stick around for another day, possibly two and just enjoy the time.

That’s all for now.

Today’s tidbit: Sometimes you need to take time to breath and enjoy what God has placed before you.

From Wilmington to Tabor City

East Columbus High School, where I took shelter from Hurricane Dorian.

Lake Waccamaw the day after the storm

A baby turtle I took across the road to the lake

Small town living at the lake.

Breakfast at the Econolodge

Honey Festival Whiteville, NC

Farmland between Whiteville and Williams

Dinky little town Williams, NC

Lake Tabor, Tabor City, NC

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