Each experience I have had on this transcontinental journey stands out in my mind as its own single story; One lucid instance where the atmosphere and characters stand still just long enough for me to snap a mental photograph. They are defined by me as one profound moment. I collect and live for these moments.
Paul and I rolled into Pocomoke City, Maryland after a rainstorm and started our habitual search for ‘ideal land’. Someplace dry and flat was all we needed, someplace relatively out of sight, someplace for us to call home as we rested. We were not in luck.
Amazed at the moisture and saturation in the ground we concluded we would just keep biking south. Eventually something would happen and we would be okay with that. After all, we were living for the adventure of the unexpected. We have a Rand McNally road atlas and only to that extent do we know what to expect around each bend. So we biked into the night. This was to be a thrill in itself. We entered Virginia that night on route 13.
When traveling south on route 13, you are surrounded by farmland and large well-lit billboards for the next best hamburger invention. Farmlands are bearable but signs that advertise these char-broiled creations only 25 miles away are not. Our moving average is ten miles an hour.
We were lucky to find a plot of land adjacent to a cemetery just off a side road. Walking past the dimly lit graves Paul first spotted something that irked us both to some degree. A glowing plastic cross was adorning a grave, but with a small baby doll pressed against it. The doll’s head glowed with the translucent cross and because of the doll’s painted eyes, they appeared black at night. We quickly walked a little further down the trail to pitch our tents. Within walking distance was a Royal Farms convenience center. I redressed my wound that I acquired in Georgetown, Delaware and went to bed.
Those collective paragraphs above summarize a typical memory of mine, all neatly wrapped up with some point of interest or novelty. I find enjoyment in these moments, whether monumental to the trip or not, and am incredibly eager to collect a diversity of them.