Now that I’m in Georgia, the road walks will become more prominent.
As such, today begins with a doozy: next 20 miles are roads of various types.
The winding road isn’t so bad, and some of it quite nice. It’s a sharp contrast to the beautiful pine forest just south of Cave Spring, but I appreciate the variety - the sameness of the winding forests of Alabama in winter had begun to wear on me.
After 10 miles, I turned onto the 8 lane highway, and I learned that certain types of semi trucks were more likely to blow you over with wind, thereby requiring me to lean into them at the right time.
I learned that women tend to have people stop and ask whether they need help on the side of a major Highway, but no one wants to stop for men.
Not that I needed their help.
Jerks.
As I finished the Highway road walk, I stopped at a Citgo just outside of Rome, Georgia. I met Kirsten, whom I would guess is in her latter 20s.
She told me I shouldn’t hitchhike around here - everyone is and crazy on account of all the meth and the fact that the paper smell makes the whole area smell like defecated matter.
She used different words.
When it was time for Kirsten to get back to work, I thanked her for her wisdom and went on my way.
I used different words.