October 23

Statesboro, Georgia. I rode 70 miles today. Left the Best Western at 8:00, having finished a huge, greasy breakfast and Denny's (never again) and arrived at the Trellis Inn at 3:50. Stopped frequently: put more clothes on; have a drink of water; buy a pint of milk and a banana from a friendly guy dressed in camouflage; pee and lubricate bum; eat the banana and drink the milk; buy juice, water, and a cheeseburger from another nice guy in a small store (my earlier observations about urban sprawl are being contradicted here); remove some clothing; pee and lubricate bum; stop for a hundred-car funeral, led by a squad car. The hearse was white. Strong headwinds by the end of the day, but I did well, and wasn't exhausted.

And I rode through an interesting variety of landscape, from densely wooded swamps and riverbanks, to huge, flat fields.

The Trellis Inn is another under-equipped and over-priced place, but it is well maintained and has a nice ambience (never thought I'd use that word on this ride, but I can't think of a better).