They made me 2 offers I couldn’t refuse!

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Hosts Paul & Carol made me a pair of offers I couldn’t refuse:

1) To spend another night at their place,

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2) They would drop me off at the point at which I’d left off Monday (a specific roadside telephone pole I’d tagged), and retrieve me in Anderson, at the end of the day. They’re not only very familiar with the area I was about to walk, they also found things they could do which coincided with some of the miles I walked.

I was only too happy to accept their awesome offer!

The walking day began on a rural road, parallel to Hwy 29. Almost anytime I find a parallel, lonely rural road on my route, I take it. They're rare, but when they do appear, they're such a relief from the dangers and noise of the busy highways.

The walking day began on a rural road, parallel to Hwy 29. Almost anytime I find a parallel, lonely rural road on my route, I take it. They're rare, but when they do appear, they're such a relief from the dangers and noise of the busy highways.

Today's destination: Anderson, SC-- the very first of a handful of cities I'll be reaching on foot within South Carolina! :)

Today's destination: Anderson, SC-- the very first of a handful of cities I'll be reaching on foot within South Carolina! :)

By the time I reached these grain silos, about three miles into the day, I could tell that the day off that Paul & Carol hosted me to the day before brought a blaze to my path today. I was hot to trot, and on pace to finish the day's walk over an hour early. Before parting ways today, I told them it would take me at least 5.5 hours. In a very rare move, by the time I reached these silos I called to tell them that I'd probably arrive at least an hour early-- which is exactly how the day turned out.

By the time I reached these grain silos, about three miles into the day, I could tell that the day off that Paul & Carol hosted me to the day before brought a blaze to my path today. I was hot to trot, and on pace to finish the day's walk over an hour early. Before parting ways today, I told them it would take me at least 5.5 hours. In a very rare move, by the time I reached these silos I called to tell them that I'd probably arrive at least an hour early-- which is exactly how the day turned out.

About 80% of the day's walk up Hwy 29 was very rural-- and very beautiful!

About 80% of the day's walk up Hwy 29 was very rural-- and very beautiful!

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I love some of the creative mailboxes I've seen across the miles. Occasionally, I'll find clusters of America where for miles, similarly creatively-themed mailboxes stretch out across miles.

I love some of the creative mailboxes I've seen across the miles. Occasionally, I'll find clusters of America where for miles, similarly creatively-themed mailboxes stretch into a sweet streetscape.

I ALWAYS appreciate roadside flowers!

"God laughs in flowers!"

Just as I was approaching the "Welcome to Anderson" sign, I had to make a call to 911. After speaking with some local kids about the Walk, I was saying goodbye and returning to the road, when I suddenly heard a loud grinding on the pavement, a few hundred feet ahead of me. I looked up to see a motorcycle sliding down the highway. The passenger was left behind. I didn't even hesitate: IMMEDIATELY, I was on the phone to 911, explaining "what & where" to them. They wanted me to ask the driver if he wanted medical attention, which I almost did. The driver had gotten up and walked to the side of the road, and was hunkered down by a sign. I approached; his face was bloody and he appeared to be in serious pain. I then told the 911 dispatcher "Yes, he needs an ambulance." I was asked if the motorcyclist said so. "No. He didn't say so. His face is bloody and he's in a lot of pain. He may have broken bones. Send medical attention as soon as possible." I later found that a deer apparently had something to do with this. I know from experience that motorcycles can be really fun to ride. However, even if you're the best driver around, you cannot control the world around you, and when hazards appear--even when not your fault--you're the one in the most danger. I was on a motorcycle once when a dump truck illegally pulled out in front of me, as I was going 60 MPH. I hit the brakes and had to lay down the bike. I came just a car length from hitting it. I haven't riden much since... I hope the best for this driver. It appeared he'll be fine...

Just as I was approaching the "Welcome to Anderson" sign, I had to make a call to 911. After speaking with some local kids about the Walk, I was saying goodbye and returning to the road, when I suddenly heard a loud grinding on the pavement, a few hundred feet ahead of me. I looked up to see a motorcycle sliding down the highway. The passenger was left behind. I didn't even hesitate: IMMEDIATELY, I was on the phone to 911, explaining "what & where" to them. They wanted me to ask the driver if he wanted medical attention, which I almost did. The driver had gotten up and walked to the side of the road, and was hunkered down by a sign. I approached; his face was bloody and he appeared to be in serious pain. I then told the 911 dispatcher "Yes, he needs an ambulance." I was asked if the motorcyclist said so. "No. He didn't say so. His face is bloody and he's in a lot of pain. He may have broken bones. Send medical attention as soon as possible." I later found that a deer apparently had something to do with this. I know from experience that motorcycles can be really fun to ride. However, even if you're the best driver around, you cannot control the world around you, and when hazards appear--even when not your fault--you're the one in the most danger. I was on a motorcycle once when a dump truck illegally pulled out in front of me, as I was going 60 MPH. I hit the brakes and had to lay down the bike. I came just a car length from hitting it. I haven't riden much since... I hope the best for this driver. It appeared he'll be fine...

I reached my first major intersection in Anderson to find George's Restaurant on the corner. Unfortunately, there's nothing in "my" restaurant I'd be willing to eat.

I reached my first major intersection in Anderson to find George's Restaurant on the corner. Unfortunately, there's nothing in "my" restaurant I'd be willing to eat.

Downtown Anderson. Stopping point for today. 14 of my fastest miles (just over 4 hours; I've never raced myself) complete, on one of the most beautiful, fair-weather walking days of all the miles!

Downtown Anderson. Stopping point for today. 14 of my fastest miles (just over 4 hours; I've never raced myself) complete, on one of the most beautiful, fair-weather walking days of all the miles!