Starting today about 30 miles south of the Virginia/Kentucky border, I was alarmed- nay, surprised- to find frost on many cloth surfaces this morning.
Wow, that is one exciting title!
Or: I Still Won’t Stop Talking About My Adventures On Monomoy Island.
Sailing World was looking for some sailing writing. So I helped.
Appalachia is hard to write about. It is both very beautiful and very saddening, and I don’t entirely understand it.
Damascus is nestled, as most towns in Appalachia are, in between a number of hills (or mountains, as we’d call them anywhere else).
Today’s the 17th day since I’ve left Providence, and the 14th day of riding. I passed 1,000 miles (ended up at 1,035) today and ended up in Damscus, VA.