I didn't take any pictures on the road that day. Was too much of a fight. A fight against the hills (local pronunciation "heels" with a long "e"), against the heat and against my body longing for a break.
Met Dave, he had been riding up the coast from Santa Barbara to Oregon to start his transam there.
http://davetetrick.tumblr.com
Sudden thunderstorms are common in this area. I was lucky enough to see it coming and found a shelter. 20 minutes later the sun burned down again.
The day ended behind the Presbyterian Church of Booneville. Nice place, nice sunset.
The landscape considerably changed today. At the end it wasn't that "climbing from one valley to the next" pattern anymore. That's because I'm leaving the Appalachians. Berea, tomorrow's goal, is considered as "gate to Appalachia". No more long climbs for the next weeks. Lots of short and steep hills though. I'm not sure what to prefer yet. No choice anyway.
What i'm experiencing is exactly what Hemingway said with the quote I chose as caption for the blog. I feel the geography of this country with every pedal-stroke I do. Nothing like that in a car.
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