(If I didn't, Brenda may never forgive me!)
While the heavy winds blew salty, sandy mist, I crossed the 2+ mile long Bonner Bridge and made my way to the Hatteras Lighthouse. This shows only a section of the Bonner Bridge. Photo credit: www.mark.umd.edu/~mark/hcbbrdge.html Cape Hatteras Light--the oldest and tallest lighthouse in America.This is the light keeper's house and the bunkhouse for the workers.
Now this is where one might consider all the warnings your Mother ever gave you about meeting strangers . . . and going home with them. But how will I ever have stories to tell if I don’t wander outside the lines?! So, I accept his offer and we head toward “home,” the whole way with me thinking that if any flags go up, I will just abandon the offer and keep riding.
Troy and I park our bikes in the backyard and enter the house at the back door. He calls out to his wife … several times, but no one appears. This is where a flag appears. What if there is no wife? Now I am stuck in the house with a “crazy” and Fleeter is inside a chain-link fenced yard . . . with the gate closed. The flag starts waving more frantically. But just a couple seconds before I have time to plan my escape, Denise walks into the kitchen. She has a shocked look on her face . . . like she’s confused about why she is seeing someone in her kitchen with her husband. Troy says, “This is who I called you about.” I quickly step forward, extend my hand I say, “Hi. I’m Claye.” She shook my hand and said apologetically, “When Troy called and said that he’d met a girl on a motorcycle at the rest stop down the road and he’s bringing her home with him . . . I thought . . . he was kidding.”
This turn of events was lucky for me. I got a free place to spend the night and met two great people. I enjoyed their generous hospitality and conversation. I was even able to give Fleeter a good wash to get off all the sand and salt. And, Fleeter got to share the shed with a Vulcan and a Heritage Softail for the night. I wandered outside the lines . . . and met two great people when I did! The next morning Troy had coffee waiting and made pancakes for breakfast. The three of us sat around visiting until the afternoon. Finally, I shoved off about 2:30pm headed to South Carolina.
For any Nicholas Sparks fans out there . . . If you've read "A Bend in the Road" you might find it interesting that the road that inspired road of the story is Brices Creek Road . . . the very same one that Troy and Denise live on.
Here I am with Troy and Denise before pulling back out on the road the next day. Sure enough. That's the RV I spent the night in! The small Episcopal Church behind the post office where I stopped to buy stamps.
State Routes are the roads I prefer to travel, but entering into South Carolina, I took I40 so I could stop at the visitor center for a map, motel coupon book, etc.Just south of North Carolina / South Carolina state line is a place with character called "South of the Border." Fleeter goes nose to nose with the wiener dog next to the hotdog place.
The Whistle Stop Cafe...known for their fried green tomatoes, is found in Juliette. Zebulon, GeorgiaBack roads are filled with little gems that you don't get to see along the Interstates.
More back roads of Georgia…
Not every Texas is as big as my home State!
Friday morning I roamed up and around Mississippi for awhile then headed back south to Pascagoula to catch US90 and follow the Gulf Coast westward. My travels on US90 ended before crossing the bridge from Ocean Springs into Biloxi.The bridge between Ocean Springs and Biloxi was wiped out by Hurricane Katrina in August 2005. This is as far as I'm going on US90 today. "End of the Road" After Ocean Springs, I found I10 to make time into New Orleans, where a friend was expecting my arrival. I slid through Slidell, over the bridge into east New Orleans. Even though I thought I was prepared for the devastation we'd all heard about and watched on the news, seeing this kind of widespread destruction of a large city in America was shocking and sobering. I arrived at my friend's house in the Faubourg Marigny section of New Orleans on Friday about 3:30pm.