The answer is yes. I’m tired of traveling. Perhaps if I wasn’t sick, then I’d feel differently. But I am, and I don’t. My plan for a while now has been to go to Charlotte, North Carolina, visit my parents, go to the beach, visit my kids. I’m in Georgia, I’m two to three days out from getting to Charlotte and I am tired.
It’s not helping my frustration level that there are four flies in this Starbucks here. Four that I can count anyway, buzzing around me as I try and figure out a new route to Charlotte. I believe I’m going to Athens, about 130 miles from here.
I’m just ready to get back to normal life. The first part of this trip, going to LA, presented new challenges constantly. There was a certain rhythm to traveling across the land, riding along the gulf coast, driving to Corpus Christi, driving through the southern part of New Mexico and eventually arriving in LA. The return trip has been the same challenges, but I am finding little of interest on the way back. I know the southeast, having lived here before and there is no magic in this land. Antebellum homes, train tracks running through towns that visibly divide the haves from have-nots, the feed and seed stores, the rollling hills… I’m done. Rome seems nice and I’m sure it is, but I just want to get the hell out of here.
The one good thing I can say right now (because I really should be positive) is that the weather is cooler and that’s a relief. After battling with the heat during the day, opting to do most of my riding at night, it’s nice to have the option of riding during the day again. Riding 30 miles per hour on rolling hills of two-lane roads through Louisiana, Mississippi, Alabama, and now Georgia… mildly nerve-racking.
But it’s cooler. So there’s that. And that’s good.
God, I hate flies.
Sounds like you are having fun!!
5,000 miles on a scooter in about a month and a half? I should think so.
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maybe if you showered more often the flies would be less of a problem….
“Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.” -Lennon
Hope you feel better and keep your destination unknown. I’m sure you’ve figured out by now, you’re never going to arrive.
Try the “new Appalachian Trail” next! Argentina to Kathadin, Maine. But with backpack and no scooter!
go safely.