A day off yesterday was exactly that, I slept into 7:00, vegetated, ate, read, napped, ate and went to bed. Habersham was a charming place, a little too gentrified and cute but a well designed community. Bruce was a prince of a man to let me stay at his house for two nights; my legs needed the break. As for todays ride, I was concerned about crossing the mile long bridge taking me out of Beaufort. As is generally the case, I worry about the next day’s ride. It began at 8:04. Twenty minutes into the ride, I was on the bridge; wide shoulder, mild traffic and much to my relief an easy ride. Forty- one miles to Savannah and as usual the shoulders after the bridge varied from three feet to nothing. Cars gave me room accept for on large dump truck who had to blast his horn at me several times after he passed me. I showed him my gratitude with the obligatory middle finger. Savannah was a few mikes ahead and with it loomed a huge suspension bridge that rose at least two hundred feet over a river. “ Oh god, don’t do this to me. When will these cursed bridges go away.” Unnerved, I dismounted from my bike and walk over mile to the other side. The wind, noise from the speeding trucks and cars, the height over the water, the low guard rail and seven foot shoulder freaked me out. Pushing the bike was more stable but still stressful. I need to write the governor of South Carolina and make it vividly clear to him how dangerous these bridges are to bicyclists. Perhaps, have him take a bike ride over these bridges. Guaranteed the funding to make these bridges safe would mysteriously appear. Back on the bike I coasted into a visitors center and found myself an Econolodge three miles down the road. Not the best place in town but it was inexpensive and did the job.
Once settled I called my sister, Joanie, and we arranged to have dinner. 6:30 arrived and John, Joanie and I drove to the Sam Snead restaurant near the airport and had a nice time catching up on everything. It was good to see them both.
Tomorrow, I am setting sights on Darien, Georgia, sixty-two miles south. One hundred and fifty miles to go.
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