I’m overflowing with gratitude for all of the wonderful people I’ve met and experiences I’ve enjoyed across the great state of Georgia.
I also give a great bow of gratitude for all the awesome South Carolina moments and memories that await me during my first time ever in the Palmetto State!
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The Hay People of Hartwell!
I’ve never seen anything quite like it, and immediately, I absolutely fell in love with it!!
Across the core of the small city of Hartwell, Georgia, population 4,200, you’ll find autumn scarecrows on almost every street. Scores of them line the city square and surrounding streets. At first, at a distance, some of them fooled me for actual people. They’ve been specially placed as we usher in the fall season, Halloween well on its way. They simply refer to their straw men as scarecrows, and the scarecrows represent anything from fashions and lifestyles, to pop culture icons, to churches and unique businesses. Though I don’t know that I’ve seen even half of the scarecrows erected throughout the city, and didn’t snap pics of all I spotted, here are some of the many I walked by:
One of the funniest parts of it all, was since the scarecrows from a distance often look like people, people standing still on the sidewalk at a distance (in a cell phone conversation or whatever), would start fooling us for people!!
I <3 Hartwell
Today’s “Goldmine” walk brought me up Georgia Hwy 29, from Royston to Hartwell, passing through the community of Goldmine along the way…
Michael Lord, one of my co-hosts in Royston, joined me for the first five miles of the day. Mike & Tim, his partner, pulled my stuff forward to Hartwell for me, tremendously lightening my load as I walked all the steps from one city to the next. Thanks Guys!
From Fundreds to Royston
Shallow Shift through Shiloh
SHALLOW SHILOH
Though it doesn’t register on any digital map I use, today’s handful of miles took me across the small, rural community of Shiloh. I didn’t even know the community existed, till I met locals today who told me that this was the name of the community. At first, I didn’t hear correctly: “Shallow? Like shallow water??”
“No, Shiloh.”
I still often find myself slowly getting used to pronunciation variations found in many parts of the country. In many parts of the rural South, the man’s name “Jim” sounds like “jam” to me, but knowing that no mother here names her son after a jar of strawberry preserves, it’s effortless to quickly understand the Jim-jam difference. Other words, including far less common words, carry the potential to confuse me. It took a friendly local gentleman to actually spell out the name of his community to me, for me to understand that no, I hadn’t reached the community of “Shallow, Georgia,” I’d just arrived to “Shiloh, Georgia”!
I should clarify that I’m not even trying in the slightest to pretend that my pronunciation is superior. Not at all. I’m the foreigner here, so if anyone has an accent around here, it’s me. Having formally studied four foreign languages, and having learned to speak two of them proficiently (Spanish & Portuguese) amid nearly two years in Latin America, I’ve long lost any ignorant, idiotic ego barrier of somehow thinking that only in places outside my little home community is where people have accents–but never I. Therefore, if I’m to learn to speak like a local, I’ll tell them just how sweet I find the people of “shallow” (Shiloh) to be.
BARNETT BOOMERANG
Buck & Beverly Barnett, who almost feel like family now as I reach a third night of their sweet Georgia hospitality, are very kindly giving me “boomerang support” for today’s miles. Though I spent a number of hours earlier today working on communications, hosting and shipments which I’ll soon be meeting in South Carolina, I also still wanted to walk a few miles amid today’s awesome 80-degree weather– and Buck & Beverly helped to make that possible for me–offering to pick me up at the end of today’s walk, and return me tomorrow to my exact stopping point–to connect all the steps for tomorrow’s miles to Royston.
Learning today that I’ve been invited to speak to Fowler Elementary School, which is nearly twenty miles behind me, Buck & Beverly will take me back there early Friday afternoon to speak to the K-5 students. They then will drop me off in Shiloh, at the exact address at which I left off today (home of Tony & Audrey), allowing me to easily connect all the steps and continue walking the handful of remaining miles into Royston tomorrow afternoon, where I’m to be hosted at the home of their friends Mike & Tim.
.I Love ILA, Georgia
Thanks so much, Bob, Barbara & Brenda– owners and managers of Athens Family Dental, for gifting me with a full dental update!!
They offered me top-notch “tooth-whitening for the White House.” Once there, in the late afternoon, they stayed open late to take X-rays, give me a full cleaning (which I haven’t had since the Walk began), and have one of the experienced dentists on staff examine me. They gave me tips for more efficient tooth & gum care, which despite more trips to the dentists throughout my 37 years of life than I can count, I’ve never received. After first treating me to some delicious local Thai food, they sent me out the door with a happy dental care package as well. (WOW!!!)
BTW: this is completely connected to yesterday’s side-of-the-road meeting with Ms. Beverly Barnett, my current host in Ila, who introduced me to Bob & Barbara last night.
Thank You, Road Angel, for introducing me to the Tooth Fairies!
Out of Athens!
My plan for today was to leave Athens in the early afternoon, since yesterday’s storms were accurately predicted to last through this morning.
Danielsville is 16 miles from Athens, and from Antoine’s home, just a hair north of the perimeter loop highway, I was a bit closer than 16.
By the time I made my afternoon start, I already knew that despite walking most of my miles in the daylight, I would not arrive before dark.
I’m excited to see what surprises tomorrow has in store!
From Deintegration to Reintegration
How quickly I find myself settled into stability again.
And here I am, as the rains subside, about to give it up later this morning for the uncertainty of the open road.
I’m nearly 4,000 miles into this, and I have to admit that I still encounter nervous pangs when it comes to trading off in-town stability for the unknowns of the open-road.
I’m going to bed late and will be up in a few hours.
Once I start packing my stuff again, any nervous jitters will quickly begin to fade. The most debilitating part is almost always the thought of the hardships I may face. The thoughts of walking hundreds of miles through thick forests, open deserts, plains and wetlands was far more intimidating than actually moving 100% forward into each of the challenges. Once I start moving forward, despite any and many difficulties, no matter how intense, I always find my way through. This attitude brought me all the way here today, and I’ll step right back into this “thought suit” as I return to the road.
Walking across America is about 99% mental. While it’s true that one needs working limbs to embark on a transcontinental pilgrimage, it’s the focus and devotion of the mind that carries one forward.
Nervous jitters basically just signpost to me that I’m slightly out of rhythm. Simply writing about this helps to pull me back to the more strongly centered state of mind necessary to carry me forward. I feel strength and optimism now returning as I prepare to get back out there on the open road, for a challenging week’s miles through the rest of the state of Georgia. I’m excited. Can’t wait. Here we come!!
Rain or Shine..?
“20 miles per day, rain or shine.”
This was my intention before I began the Walk. While the intention itself is doable, practical, on-the-road experience has led me to modify so many of those original, pre-walk intentions. Not only did my Golden Gate decision to peel away the 20-mile per day ideal end up being by far the best decision I made since beginning the Walk itself, allowing me to truly experience and enjoy the pilgrimage, I’ve also fine-tuned the Walk in a variety of other ways across the miles.
One of these “fine-tunings” involves walking in the rain.
Born and raised in America’s Pacific Northwest, where it rains for over half the year, I’m certainly no stranger to showers from the sky. I’m definitely not a rain hater either. When it comes to walking long miles in the rain, however, on-the-road experience has taught me that rainy days can present multiple complications, including:
1) Walking in the rain can be dangerous.
Drivers don’t see as well on rainy days as they do in dry weather. Most especially on rural roads where pedestrians or bicyclists are rarely (if ever) to be found– often amid hills, curves, and narrow roads– unexpected pedestrians on high-speed rural roads can be hazardous for both the walker and the driver. The pavement of course becomes slippery when wet, and after several days without rain, roads become more slippery after that first shower. Unfortunately, even in bright, sunny weather, so many of America’s connecting highways are often dangerous to walk. Therefore, wet, hazy, slippery weather make the roadside risk far less attractive.
2) Maneuvering in the rain is more difficult.
Especially given that I’m traveling with a lot of stuff now, in addition to the heavy showers that often typify precipitation in America’s Deep South, getting through countless puddles, mud, and other obstacles that rain presents makes such days less desirable. Also, I have to tie sheets of plastic down over my belongings, to waterproof them. This generally means that I don’t get to take much of (if any) photos or videos; I don’t have quick & easy access to my food, etc. None of these are “show stoppers”; however, they all are “show slowers.”
3) After a few miles in the cool rain, my glasses fog over!
I didn’t notice this till I began the pilgrimage, and given how near-sighted I am, I don’t like the idea of trying to walk without glasses.
Beyond what I’ve stated above, I should add that since I check the weather forecast daily, it makes no sense to walk on the one or two days of rain when the longer-term forecast looks much more shiny and promising. If it’s going to be raining for the next ten days, and I’d planned to walk 100 miles within those ten days (just as I’d like to reach Greenville by Oct. 10th), then the rain may slow me, but barring major storms, it won’t stop me. However, this week’s forecast for the hundred miles between Athens and Greenville calls for mostly moderate, rain-free weather. So, as the week begins with rain, I’ll remain in Athens till the rains subside (another 24-48 hours), and be ready to hit the road to Danielsville once the skies start drying up.
Especially amid warm invitations– my current scenario in Athens– extra “down time” can always be used to spend more time with hosts and their community, to catch up on communications and web-related work, and so much more.
Despite having hoped to progress east of Athens today, I may not accumulate many (or any) miles for the day– but as there are so many options for other useful ways to spend the day, I’ll definitely still make it to bed tonight with a smile of satisfaction on my face.
Bulldog Day
Though I generally don’t keep up with any sports, and I don’t recall ever having watched a college football game, all year long I’ve been hearing of the enormous excitement that the college football season generates within America’s Deep South. For hundreds of miles, I’ve been seeing SEC college football flags flown on homes, businesses, cars and more. In rural Alabama, I even saw a mobile home painted up in the crimson & black colors of the University of Alabama, school logo included!
Before leaving Athens, home to the University of Georgia, one of the nation’s top-ranked college teams, I wanted to take part in the cultural experience of college football in America’s south. Tailgating, campus touring, walking the nearby downtown bar/restaurant sports venues and more, “Game Day” brings either excitement or an overwhelmed visage to any local’s face. Today, I experienced all of the above.
- First glimpse of the packed stadium
Day well spent; cultural experience complete!