We have been overwhelmed by our start to the hike. We walked twenty miles on Friday from Tybee to Savannah. Cynthia has an old ankle injury that flared up as a result, so we took a few days longer to rest in Savannah. Since leaving Savannah, we have been slowly progressing in a northwestern bent. The first day was rough. We walked along a road thick with trucks from the local port and rife with dust and chemicals from the railroad and nearby chemical plants. Our packs were too heavy and our feet were tender. Around mile 12, Cynthia’s feet couldn’t go any further and my heart couldn’t handle any more of her limping. I asked a man we saw working on his car if he would drive us the rest of the way to the RV park we were shooting for. He obliged and the last three miles flew by in a way unimaginable for anyone who drives everywhere on a regular basis.
The RV park was a real oasis. We met Jim and he invited us toenjoy fresh fruit and vegetables in his RV. We obliged and had a great talk into the evening. Wnotice not, however, sleep well. The man loudly committing and the more nature oriented night noises made it hard to sleep.
In the morning, we met a sweet couple from Wisconsin who offered to drive us intotown. They took us to the local Wal Mart we bought a cheap wedding ring for Cynthia to wear in lieu of her nice stuff that we left at home.
We also went to the post office and mailed almost twenty six pounds of stuff home or ahead to our next big town. Twenty. Six. Pounds. Unbelievable. We are quickly learning. How this works.
After town we lost Cynthia’s Crazy Creek chair and I walked almost an hour back to retrieve it. Somebody threw a pack of cigarettes out their window for me. I thought that was pretty sweet.
We camped in the woods off the road that night it was actually pretty quiet and beautiful.
During our rush to send all of our excess gear home, I packed the cord which connects my iPhone to our solar panel. Our primary means of navigation had just died, but not before I wrote down our directions to our next destination.
At a late afternoon gas station stop, we met Michael. He offered to have us stafamily his family. We agreed. They did not. They looked very unhappy, so we left and Michael took us to Moss Oak Music Park. We spent last night and all day here. It is a wonderful place and we are sad to be leaving tomorrow. The Grandson of the owner of the park has offered us a ride to Statesboro and we have accepted.
My original conviction against accepting rides has crumbled under Cynthia’s foot pain and my desire to spend time with the people we meet. They are clearly becoming a central part of this story we are trying to tell.