Today's ride went from Rattliff Ferry campground to Jeff Busby. At about the halfway mark, I stopped at Kosciusko, birth place of Oprah Winfrey, for lunch and a library stop. There I met Brendan and Bronzeman, two local students, curious about my comings and goings, and after our talk, poised in doing a related school project on water. The library stop took up a lot of time, and by four o'clock I hit the road, to make it another thirty miles! With all the sightseeing stops, and gradual elevations, I had to step up the pedal power to make camp before dusk! The ride was very scenic with a lot of historical markers, notably French camp, and beautiful horse pastures and wild turkeys roaming on the side of the road. How could I not stop to enjoy these moments?
Jeff Busby was void of people, and a dark forested camp ground. With my headlight strapped to my head, I sat up camp and enjoyed a cold meal inside the restroom facilities, to avoid all the bugs. My legs were already marred enough by spider-bites, mosquitoes, flee-bites and fire-ants, and this shelter away from all those critters was a welcome relief. Inside the tent, under a star studded sky, I listened to the sounds of nature, covering the entire spectrum of audible frequencies, with every sound bite amplified. This varied and fascinating play, or perhaps courtships of bird-calls and -responses by these feathered creatures, was something I had never heard before. What was behind all these different voice boxes I will never know, but won't soon forget!
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