“This fog’s as thick as peanut butter”: Yukon Cornelius

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  • 13 Jan 2017
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Monday January 2, 2017, 56 miles (90 km) – Total so far: 102 miles (164 km)

Gainesville to Royston, Ga”Don’t you mean split pea soup? You eat what you like and I’ll eat what I like”

Today’s forcast promised all day heavy rain and thunderstorms so it was with reluctance that I prepared for the ride. At least I had the company of family to encourage me and a dry house and warm breakfast to fill me.

Jeri and Haines sending me off.

As so often happens, the forcast was if not wrong, just a bit delayed. Only fog greeted me as I packed my bags. I was helped by my gracious hosts , Haines and Carolyn as Jeri made sure I didn’t leave anything. Thank you all for the wonderful evening. Jeri, I’ll see you in about three weeks.

So off I rode into the mist. I was greeted by a number of sounds of wildlife and although I couldn’t see them, they were enjoyed none the less. White throated sparrows, killdeer, hawks, blue jays pretending to be hawks and one lonesome bard owl. A symphony of entertainers to keep me moving along.

I’m using Google Maps for my navigational tool. She, (Google talks to me in a soothing feminine voice) guided me through the back roads of Gainesville like a pro. Then she found all the back roads between there and Royston. She wasn’t shy about using dirt roads either. How does she even know where those roads are? Does the little Google car ride down these things? Maybe google has a little Google bicycle looking for the best cycling routes. It just blows my analog briain away. Hey wait. Maybe I could get that job.

How does Google find these things?

No sooner than I got off the dirt road, I was on a four lane highway. Quite the contrast.

I rode through a lot of agricultural land today with beef cows mooing beside me as they chewed their cud. Another animal raised in abundance here are chickens. Thousands of them. You can hear them clucking as you go by their houses. You can also smell them. Thank goodness they taste better than they smell.

Google did find me a place of interest. A very nice covered bridge off the road, hidden almost completely from view. Of course I stopped. Any excuse to rest.


Not far from there I met Debbie who had lived there all her life. She remembered when the rode was dirt. Google, are you listening?

Soon, I was close to Royston and my Days Inn campsite. As I was struggling up the hill, I noticed a fellow watching intently. As I got nearer, I waved and said hi. He returned the favor and asked where I was camping and would I mind staying with him as he as a warm showers host. I’d heard about warm showers and had wanted to try them out so here was my oppertunity and I guickly accepted. What followed as I met Tim and Lynn was a prime example of the chance encounters I love so much about touring. I was greeted with hot tea, salsa and chips, a nice RV to stay dry in and yes of course, a warm shower. Tim offered beer and cooked delious steak and shrimp tacos while I played and sang songs. We all swapped stories as they are cyclists, and motorcyclists as well. I’d have to say my first experience of a warm showers hosts was excellent. Thanks so much Tim and Lynn for your true southern hospitality.

Not long after I crawled into my nice, warm, dry RV, the predicted deluge occurred with an excellent display of lightening and thunder. Perfect timing.