Canada 2013
  
 

Day 17

July 1

 
     
     
   
     
   
  This will be a shorter day of only 600 miles or so. But I polish off my seafood breakfast from the night before and get it in gear to head for my beloved Holler.  
   
  As I move along, I see a true 'truck stop' sign. These type of signs made out of a truck and a trailer always amaze and amuse me. I just wonder how they get those things up there and get them to stay.  
   
  When I see what's going on in the other lane, I sure am glad that I'm headed in the opposite direction.  
   
  I leave the traffic behind and finally get back out into the country.  
   
  This will be day of many major river crossings - the Missouri, the Mississippi, the Ohio, the Tennessee and the Cumberland.  
   
  The further south I head, the less promising the sky looks.  
   
  When I see a large flag flying, it really rejoices my heart. I love my country and flag and proudly served as a Marine. But I sure don't like a lot of the foolishness that has been going on over the last few years.  
   
  The time comes to pass over another river before too much longer.  
   
  As I make my way, I see this old home place. It reminds me a lot of my grandfather's farm back in the hills where I grew up.  
   
  Soon it's time for a stop so Frost and I can take a short rest.  
   
  This sign reminds me that there are lot towns with the same name scattered across the United States. But this is not the Nashville I'm headed for today.  
   
  As I ride, I try to keep an eye on the skies up ahead and the windshield wipers on the cars coming from the other direction. I can see bottom is about to fall out, so I take refuge under the next bridge to get my rain gear on.  
   
  And sure enough it does!  
   
  But as it happens many times when you are covering long distances, you'll run out of it almost as quick as you run into it.  
   
  I'm always happy when I see this sign as this is the last slab I have to negotiate to get back to the Holler.  
   
  I give my friend Superman a wave as I pass his hometown of Metropolis.  
   
  But one more time, I hit a construction zone that slows me down.  
   
  Now that I am within 'striking distance', I make my last fuel stop.  
   
  It looks like I may be able to make it all the way home without anymore rain. So when I cross the Tennessee line still dry, I am a happy camper. From here it's only about 60 miles to the Holler.  
   
  I've covered over 8,000 miles in 17 days on two wheels and have seen and experienced things that most folks will never get a chance to see. As I pull into the Holler, I realize just how blessed I am and thank my Lord above for keeping me safe and allowing me the privilege to take journeys such as this.  
   
   
 
THE END