Father’s Day 2017
4 hours of riding through North Georgia.
A quick stop for a terrific smoked pulled pork sandwich and a sweet tea.
Arrive home to both daughters and my wife.
Grilled rib-eyes, baked potatoes, sweet corn, and carrot cake.
Watching the sun go down as I sip bourbon and smoke the cigar I’d been saving for a very special occasion.
God, if heaven offers even more than this, how will I be able to stand it?
Photo by Greylin
It’s a great night on my patio. I’ve got all the tools out. Map. Markers. Cigar. Bourbon.
Got a great starting point – Hilton Head Island.
I’m thinking of starting out at sunrise. It seems like a great time to begin a journey, and a great time to get a picture marking the start of the journey.
The first official day of my trip is scheduled to be 300 miles or about 6 hours on the bike. Interstates are boring, so I avoid them when possible.
The first leg starts at the coast and ends at my house. I’m planning on taking this first section a month before I actually start out from home and head to the west coast. I’m going to ride down, spend the night (and maybe a day at the beach) then begin the official trip the next day.
Most of my trek is through Georgia. There are a few points of interest that I may make some time to investigate either going down, or coming back. Waynesboro, the bird dog capital of the world. Hiram, Georgia, birthplace of Oliver Hardy has a Laurel and Hardy museum. And one of my favorite stops is the beautiful and peaceful Monastery of the Holy Spirit in Conyers.
The sun is going down. Just over the trees, and leaving enough light in the sky to show reds, yellows, oranges, and purples … pretty much all the colors I can name. The breeze is enough to slowly move cigar smoke just over the edge of the patio and let it hang under the trees.
All journeys should be planned this way. I can’t wait to begin. Or maybe I already have.