I had an urge to up and leave town this past weekend to the Great Basin National Park in Nevada. I've bike toured US-50 or "The Loneliest Road in America" back in 2009 with Tim. At the time we decided not to trek the side road towards the entrance which is located in little town of Baker. There's almost an 8,000 ft difference in elevation between Wheeler Peak and the valley floor...bike touring up to the base of the peak was not an option.
I have decided to post one more time before I get back to the road in 10 days time. This is just another chapter in my adventure across America. I am back in Virginia with the family. The funeral over and North Carolina behind me, the thought of miles adding up had me wondering...how many miles have I traveled in the past year. From Utah to Houston to Costa Rica, Panama City to Granada Nicaragua.
Fayetteville has made itself out to be "that" town which will draw me back to Arkansas. The beautiful people which I have run into speak southern hospitality. In the beginning stage of Fayetteville I couchsurfed with Drew Swayne. Everyone would be better off for having this guy in their life. Under his wing I was taken to Eureka Springs.
The waters have started to flood under my feet, granting me the buoyancy to continue down stream on this adventure across America. I would like to recap those events which have created a beautiful picture for my memory: along with the deck building (cheers Jeff, Wendy, & family), Homers (the favorite local restaurant), watching Keith dance his rump-off to live gospel-folk-blues, chatting with crazies, chatting with friendlies, meeting people who play Irish Folk (cheers Scott), meeting those who volunteer for community gardens (cheers Damian), and others who have made this a place...a place I will call 'Home'