So its official: there is absolutely nothing to do in Mobile, Alabama. Which is OK because we couldn't walk or bike anywhere anyway. In the area we're staying in there are no shoulders, sidewalks or pedestrian crossings. We discovered the safest way to get across the road is to jay walk in the MIDDLE of the block. I wonder if they teach that to kids in school here.
By morning the hurricane had been reduced to a tropical storm and then was reduced to a tropical depression, but we didn't ride today because of the winds. And so instead we bring you a rider profile.
Dave is our fearless leader. Its amazing how much work it takes to keep 12 people believing that they are actually having fun riding 7 hours a day through baking deserts and torrential rain. Adventure Cycling Association gives us a published route map, the start and end dates, and a budget. It's Dave's job to get the group to the end on the right day, on budget - and feeling good about it.
Dave was an accountant in the skiing field. At 51, he's retired and now rides his bike around - a lot - like we were in the campground in Poplarville and Dave mentioned he had stayed at the place 18 months ago, but then added "please don't expect me to remember everything about it, I've ridden 12,500 miles since then."
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