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Neither see nor be seen. Now bike!

2011-08-20

tl;dr: Foggy morning. Finally made it out of urban Ohio into hilly Pennsylvania.

Despite my less-than-best efforts a lot of my gear is starting to smell odd. I'm convinced it's the aroma of smashed decomposing slugs. The slugs crawl all over my tent and other things during the night. Come morning I quickly roll everything up and stuff it into my dry-bag. The slugs are then slow-cooked all day as the bag basically lies sealed in the sun. It's not a truly awful smell. Just unpleasant.

I crawled out of my patch of woods this morning to a thick, dripping fog. Visibility was wretched. On top of that my glasses would cloud up so quickly I couldn't wear them. And for some reason every citizen of this county felt the need to be out driving on this foggy Saturday morning. It was quite the stressful hour and a half before I arrived in Mantua where I ate breakfast at Jake's Eats. By 9am the fog still hadn't burned off, but it wasn't as important now because from Mantua I took the Headwaters Trail east for 12 miles to Garrettsville. By the end of that leg the fog was mostly gone.

I had noticed that there weren't a lot of churches in in what I'd seen so far of Ohio. I guess that's because they are all in Warren.

While sitting in park in Warren charging my phone a little black boy showed up. Though he denied it, his father who was sitting a little ways off on a bench, had sent him over to beg money. He needed "$5 to by some milk for my sisters." The odd thing was that he was carrying a dozen bootleg DVDs, but the poor kid couldn't even read the titles on the DVDs. Eventually I gave the boy a mashed-up cereal bar and the remainder of my pretzels. He thanked me and went back to his father and they both sauntered off.

I pushed on through the rest of Ohio. By the way, this part of Ohio is not flat. But its hills are nothing compared to what I would face in Pennsylvania.

Eventually I climbed my way into Pennsylvania, and though it took me a while (and a lot of climbing) I got out of Sharon. After about ten miles and a very deserved ROAD CLOSED sign (which I still ignored) I finally reached a rural area. The houses are far apart. There are forests everywhere. The traffic is light. This is so much better than Ohio! Even if it is all up and down on ridiculous slopes.

I stopped a couple of hours before dark in a fairly isolated patch of woods between some cornfields. According to Google Maps, Altra Firearms is right across the road from me. As usual Google Maps must be wrong, because there is nothing across the road, and, besides, all the gunfire is coming from at least a mile away.

It occurs to me that I may not have gone a day yet without hearing gun fire. God bless 'Murica.

fog


Headwaters Trail




Warren OH




heading into Pennsylvania


sigh

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