With skies threatening, I pulled the plug on Savannah just before 8:00. Google had me routed to get on an interstate, doing u-turns and going down dead end roads. Eventually by ignoring her verbal commands and just following the blue line on my iphone, I was able to head south on 17. My destination was Darien sixty miles away. The two lane rush hour traffic fade away as the road narrowed and pine trees replaced buildings. The shoulders ranged from fifteen feet to zero but the further south I rode the less it matter because of the sparse traffic. Rumble strips miles shoulders unusable. They are a big deal to bicyclists. If the are cut out on a narrow shoulder, the bicyclist is forced onto the main road. This is a problem across the country; safeguard the motor vehicles but screw the cyclist.
One stop after thirty-two miles and then I finished the last twenty seven miles to Darien. Searching for a place to stay, I contacted a warmshowers host but he got back to me after I decided on a nice bed and breakfast within a few blocks of the main drag. Very nice place with a panoramic view of the marshland. Upon arrival they offered me a beer and washed my riding clothes. For dinner they drove me to and from a waterfront restaurant. Tomorrow breakfast is served.
Eight-eight miles to go with scattered thunderstorms expected tomorrow. My destination will be either Woodbine or Kingsland. One more huge bridge to climb but apparently this one had a pedestrian/bike lane. Nevertheless it towers over the water 198 ft., I am thrilled.
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