Trip Log – Day 280 – Fayetteville, NC to Florence SC

to FlorenceAugust 11, 2016 – Sunny, 95 degrees

Miles Today: 119

Miles to Date: 14,337

States to Date: 40

My internal compass went kerflooey today: missed turns; detours; backtracking all over the countryside. Maybe it was the scent of the open fires and pine sap that permeates the sand hills of North Carolina, maybe it was the miles of parched corn begging to be harvested, maybe it was the snap hale storm that bore down on me hard and then stopped within five minutes. What promised to be a long day got completely out of control and turned into the longest single leg of my trip.

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IMG_6577Thankfully, the terrain was flat, the wind benign, and logging 119 miles was not as exhausting as many other days I’ve done. (Loveland Pass holds the record on that). Still, I’m not looking to repeat this century+ again any time soon.

 

 

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I arrived in Florence just after seven. The miles washed off me in the shower and I was ready for a beer and a great night of front porch talk with a dozen or so locals who would rather live in this former railroad hub with a tight sense of community than any other place on earth.

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Responses: How will we live tomorrow?

How will we live tomorrow?

“I’m trying to figure that out myself. I got laid off in May. Since then I’ve been enjoying my family, planning my son’s wedding in August. I never could have been so involved if I were working. It’s a kind of a gift.

Doris, mother, Red Bank, NJ

How will we live tomorrow?

“Just take it one day at a time.”

Meredith Greybeal, National Park Service, Sandy Hook, NJ

How will we live tomorrow?

“Happily.”

Hannah, stranded cyclist, Sandy Hook, NJ

How will we live tomorrow?

“I guess that depends on who becomes President.”

Dave, crab fisherman, Little Silver, NJ

How will we live tomorrow?

“As best we can.”

Eric Sposito, world’s tallest Italian, Sandy Hook, NJ

How will we live tomorrow?

“Just be good to each other.”

Carols, El Salvadoran immigrant lawn worker, Deal, NJ

How will we live tomorrow?

“I’m taking a minority stake in a trailer park.”

Businessman overheard doing a deal from his car at the beach parking lot, Sandy Hook, NJ

How will we live tomorrow?

“Just living the dream. You have to stay positive.”

Howard, landscape installer, Point Pleasant, NJ

How will we live tomorrow?

“It’s scary. I just look out for me and my family. It’s the only thing you can control.”

Ned, house lifter, Brick, NJ

How will we live tomorrow?

“I’ll be doing this, riding my bike along the Boardwalk.”

Justin, summer police officer, Seaside Heights, NJ

How will we live tomorrow?

“I will get up at seven, feed my dog, put on my makeup and come back to work here.”

Nancy, Kohr’s ice cream stand, Seaside Heights, NJ

How will we live tomorrow?

“Same as today. I work here and at Shop-Rite to help my grandmother.”

Ivan, Target clerk who moved from San Diego to live with his grandmother, Toms River, NJ

How will we live tomorrow?

“I’m going to live another forty years. If people respect each other and open their hearts, and work with each other, we can make it.”

Amelia, twelve years in a wheelchair, Toms River, NJ

How will we live tomorrow?

“We put our trust in God. We will try to be nice to people who violate the handicapped space markings.”

Frank, retired state trooper, Amelia’s husband and caretaker, Toms River, NJ

I met Amelia and Frank when they explained that my bicycle was parked in such a way that it limited handicapped access to McDonald’s. I apologized. Our mutual respect led to a nice conversation rather than ill well.

How will we live tomorrow?

“During my workday as a postman I try to connect with residents on the route. It’s amazing how much you can learn about people if you take the time to say hello and ask the how they’re doing. I think we need to learn how to forgive. I hear too often of family, friends disputes end with silence and avoidance is the weapon of choice. I teach adult swimming at MIT. I always try to take the time an ask swimmers about their lives. How they got to MIT etc. My strategy is simple. Lead with a smile as see where it takes you.”

Michael C. Paine, Postman, Cambridge, MA

How will we live tomorrow?

“I’m worried about it. We have to live one day at a time. We have to love one another.”

Josephine, long-time happy spouse, Toms River, NJ

How will we live tomorrow?

“The younger generation is linked into everything. I’m not and that’s okay.”

Debra Evans, St. Joseph Cemetery Director, Toms River, NJ

How will we live tomorrow?

“Hot.”

Debbie, Farm Stand, Cape May, NJ

How will we live tomorrow?

“I’m going to live for God tomorrow, do what pleases Him, so He will invite me into His house.”

Jim, Tent Revival participant, Cape May, NJ

How will we live tomorrow?

“I saw Trump on the TV the other night talking about fear and darkness, capitalizing on the violence in Orlando. It’s scary, but it doesn’t have to be so dark.”

George, beach yogi, Cape May, NJ

How will we live tomorrow?

“I hardly know how I’m living today. By the grace of God, I guess.”

Dan, Wawa customer, Dennisville, NJ

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Trip Log – Day 279 – Raleigh NC to Fayetteville, NC

to FayettevilleAugust 10, 2016 – Partly sunny, 90 degrees

Miles Today: 68

Miles to Date: 14,218

States to Date: 39

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A perfect day of bicycle touring. Cotton candy clouds provided dramatic skies all day. A light breeze diminished the high temperature and steamy humidity. The first twenty-five miles out of Raleigh had good shoulders and even a few bike paths. Beyond that, there was so little traffic the lack of shoulder hardly mattered.

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North Carolina has the most beautiful specimen trees I’ve seen. They don’t rival the majesty of California’s Redwoods or Washington’s rain forests, but in many places the woods have been thinned so one or two or three specimens can fill out in grand, symmetrical glory. They are stunning. I particularly liked this one that shelters a small cemetery marked by a flag. It’s all there: ancestors, nature, god, and country.

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The Battle of Averasboro (March 15 & 16, 1865) took place all along Highway 82. There are dozens of markers as well as several notable structures, a visitor center and cemetery strung along the highway. In classic Confederate spin, the fact that the Rebels pulled their front back three times and eventually retreated is considered a ‘victory’ in slowing the Union advance long enough to decipher Sherman’s intended route of destruction. History may be written by the victors, but the losers come up with more creative interpretations.

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Trip Log – Day 278 – Durham NC to Raleigh NC

to RaleighAugust 9, 2016 – Partly sunny, 85 degrees

Miles Today: 32

Miles to Date: 14,150

States to Date: 39

Our political and economic system is full of policies established with good intent that, over time, become tools that reinforce power and status quo. Consider zoning. Before the industrial revolution, the idea that work, commerce, and living were separate activities didn’t exist. Zoning was a noble idea to reduce urban density, bring light and air to dwellings, and separate people’s homes from noxious industry. Early zoning codes were a key element of the dramatic increase in public health we witnessed a century ago.

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However, by the time Charles Erwin Wilson, Eisenhower’s Defense Secretary, announced, “What is good for GM is good for the country,” zoning had become a tool to reinforce economic stratification and promote an automobile-based economy. Compartmentalizing our lives became the norm. Daily transportation, most often by private car, became the link between segregated activities; a link that can consume an hour or more each way from home to office.

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Today I pedaled through Research Triangle Park, perhaps the world’s largest parcel of single use zoning. RTP’s 7,000 acres contain nothing but wide roads connecting over 200 corporate office buildings and parking lots hidden behind trees, trees, and more trees. RTP started in 1959 to create business and research opportunities tied to the area’s three main universities: Duke, UNC, and NC State. It became famous during the 1960’s, when segregating our environment and promoting car travel was king. RTP gained cacheIMG_6560 when IBM transferred a large part of their operations there, though if you are true David Sedaris fan, you know his spin on a North Carolina youth with an IBM dad is not all perfection. At ten a.m. on a weekday morning, I encountered little traffic and no sign of the 50,000 people who work here. After driving a minimum of ten miles to their offices, they were snug indoors.

I don’t buy the idea that great ideas take place in a pastoral environment. Innovation comes from constant contact with problems, not in escaping them. The technology start up I visited yesterday is in bustling downtown Durham. Corporations at Research Triangle Park are big guns, long past nimble.

IMG_6562Perhaps the best thing that can be said of sixty years of ultra-low density, monoculture development is that there is plenty of room in RTP for infill. They recently carved out 100 acres, a pittance, to create ‘Center Park’, a new urbanism collection of upscale houses and stores. The first effort at a finer scale of zoning, to create a place rather then simply space. It isn’t much, but it’s a start.

 

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Profile Response, D’Amore Family, Red Bank, NJ

HWWLT Logo on yellowJoe D’Amore says tomorrow will not be like Happy Days. He ought to know. Joe and his family are excellent representatives of a contemporary family, and they don’t look anything like the Cunningham’s. Joe is Italian. His wife of 36 years, Karen, is a red-freckled Irish lass. Their adopted daughter Alex has Mexican heritage, her fiancé Doug is Germanic, and their eighteen-year-old son Christian is a copper-skinned blend of ethnicities.

Joe retired from a successful career as a chemical process engineer, Karen is a speech pathologist still teaching after thirty years. Alex is a video editor, Doug an IT guru, and Christian is attending culinary school, though his true passion is mixed martial arts. They all share the house near downtown Red Bank that Joe and Karen purchased shortly after they were married and have improved ever since. Alex and Doug, who will marry in October, recently bought their own house. The rest of the family will miss them when they move.

imgresJoe swears he will not die in the house he thought would be their starter home. A few years ago he even bought a lot on the water and planned to build their dream house. But ultimately he and Karen sidestepped the deeper debt that accompanies the trading up habit. Their nice though modest house provides them more financial independence than most Americans.

Joe, Karen and I are old friends who have sweet tooth’s in common. Alex, Doug, Karen, Joe and I sat around their sturdy dining room table eating chocolate covered pretzels, nonpareils, cocoanut patties, and taffy and talking about tomorrow. Our divergent points of view were as telling as the commonalities we found in our discussion. Then Christian joined us and spun the question in a completely different way. Perhaps we all had his carefree focus at age eighteen and just lost it along the way.

How will we live tomorrow?

Doug and Alex“We will do our best to make ourselves and our loved ones happy.” – Doug

“People are in silos. People are less sociable with our devices.” – Joe

“People need to find more commonalities and not focus on their differences. Our values are the same but their packaged differently.” -Alex

“The terrorism stuff is scary, but we are going to figure that out. When we were young, we had the atomic bomb. We survived that threat.” – Joe

Screen Shot 2016-08-05 at 8.39.42 AM“I don’t feel as hopeful as I did growing up. I don’t think the world is a safer place. I think terrorism will continue. I see us moving towards more violence and more attacks. The result is that I feel less hope for my children than I did at their age.” – Karen

“Every generation has its threats. Ours are not worse than any other.” – Alex

“You have to balance your love and your capabilities. There’s been a lost appreciation and respect for educators. Parents say, “It’s not my kid, my kid does nothing wrong. I’ve been in education thirty years. The onus is on the teachers. Kids are not held responsible.” – Karen

How will we live tomorrow?

Screen Shot 2016-08-05 at 8.40.08 AM“Live like we live every day. You’re one person, you’ve got one life; you’ve got one way to live. If you’ve lived it the way you want, you’ve lived well.

“The world is full of problems. You are just one person. There is no right or wrong way to live your life. Each day is a new day to explore, experience. If I died now I’ve enjoyed the eighteen years I existed. Living tomorrow is living any day just like your last. You don’t think about the little things. Take an ant. You step over it. But it has a system, a way of being organized, of raising new ants. Or a bird’s next. How many places does a mother bird go to gather that nest? You don’t think of an anemone or a starfish or a sponge on a day-to-day basis. We cannot know their lives.

“Tomorrow is like any other day, but thinking about how you live, it’s all about flow. There is life everywhere in everything. It’s too hard to comprehend reality. So you just give up and live it. That’s how you live tomorrow: you live today.” – Christian

 

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Trip Log – Day 277 – Oxford, NC to Durham N

to DurhamAugust 8, 2016 – Overcast, 90 degrees

Miles Today: 40

Miles to Date: 14,118

States to Date: 39

A day of anecdotes.

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I see flags made from pallets all over rural areas.

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The Federal prison at Butner is a campus, of sorts, very different from Duke’s.

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Durham was once the Black Wall Street, a hotbed of African-American entrepreneurs.

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My fraternity brothers who founded 8 Rivers Capital have offices overlooking the Durham Bulls ball field.

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Profile Response: Patrick Walsh, New York, NY

HWWLT Logo on yellowPatrick Walsh is Irish Catholic to the core; a literary man of deep sensibility who absorbs the marvel and futility of life at every turn. The fifth child of eleven, Patrick was raised in The Bronx and Staten Island. Patrick’s father died when he was sixteen. “That’s when I had to be a man, but I didn’t know how to be a man.”

Patrick kicked around for several years after high school and then studied literature at Rutgers. “I was full of Whitman and Kerouac. I had no idea how different America had become.” He spent four years in Barcelona, living as a musician and acting in American TV shows, then returned to teach at his former high school on Staten Island. “After one year I fled back to Spain. I felt like I didn’t belong in the United States, but I realized I didn’t belong in Spain either.” Patrick was drinking, a lot: ten Guinness’s a day he recalls. He needed to change his path, so he walked the 500-mile Camino de Santiago to clear his head.

imgresHe returned home. A long relationship ended. Patrick feared a life alone, on a barstool. Then he met his wife Jean, an artist living in a tenement flat in the East Village. Now they live there together, with their eleven-year-old daughter. Three rooms with a bathtub in the kitchen, guitars and paintings hanging on the walls, only one door in the entire place.

Patrick teaches English as a Second Language at a public school in Harlem. Two of his brothers were New York City firefighters; two were police officers. “Teaching in the past ten years has become so difficult. Obama’s Race to the Top wants the best teacher in every classroom. It’s like Bush saying he wants to bring democracy to the Middle East. Who can argue with that? But that’s not what’s going on. We’re so burdened with student tests and teacher evaluations. The single person who most influences my job these days is Bill Gates. Who appointed him to dictate how we educate? It’s his money.”

imagesAlmost all of Patrick’s students are black; African-Americans and East African immigrants. “The two groups are so different. The Muslim children are true believers, very devout. The African-American kids have no direction. I don’t blame them. They were raised by corporate America.” They’re not interested in guiding people toward purpose or contentment; they just want to sell things. “When you look at the African-American community since 1620, the Black church was immense. Where is it now? What substitutes for it? The Muslim kids’ lives have form.”

Patrick has found shape and meaning in his own life by returning, in a fashion, to the Catholic faith of his youth. “In the years I wandered in a spiritual wasteland I had freedom but no form. That’s a dangerous thing. I realized that everyone who loved me, who helped me was catholic. I realized how welcome I felt in Catholic countries. Max Weber, in The Protestant Ethic and the Rise of Capitalism, wrote – now I’m being completely reductive – ‘when a Catholic sees a tree, he sees an entity in nature. When a Protestant sees a tree, he sees something that can be cut and sold. That is reflected in cultures. England is a cold country. Ireland, at the same latitude, is hot.” Patrick doesn’t fathom the church’s preoccupation with sex, but he believes Pope Francis is a great man and could lead toward meaningful change.

IMG_6940A few years ago Patrick’s oldest brother and his youngest sister died within a few months of each other. Patrick was thrust into the role of ‘man of the family’. “I did everything I needed, especially for my mother, but I was all bottled up. He found release this time not in alcohol or walking, but in bicycling. He rode the Erie Canal towpath across New York State. Flat against the tight corridor leading to his apartments door is a bicycle he uses to ride to work each day, and also as a relief valve to unleash his spirit.

How will we live tomorrow?

Screen Shot 2016-08-05 at 8.16.43 AM“I think it depends on what happens in the next couple of years. We could slip into barbarism. Trump is evidence of that, Hillary ain’t far behind. We’ve become a corporatocracy.

“Unless we develop a conscience, empathy, we cannot go on. Ecology is the obvious example of how we’re failing, but it’s in our social, economic, and cultural lives as well. We are distracted with gadgetry we think gives us freedom, but it does not.

“Obama is a Manchurian candidate, symbolically important but not real change. Bush traumatized this country with his wars and his lies. Then Obama brings on Larry Summers and introduces ‘Race to the Top. I felt betrayed. It was the same stuff, repackaged.”

 

 

 

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Trip Log – Day 276 – Rice, VA to Oxford, NC

to OxfordAugust 7, 2016 – overcast, 85 degrees

Miles Today: 93

Miles to Date: 14,078

States to Date: 39

Overnight thunderstorms brought cooler air. I left early to get a jump on my long day; it was actually chilly in the long forest shadows. By nine I enjoyed a pleasant juxtaposition of cool breezes in shade, and warm sun when pedaling along exposed fields.

IMG_7451I rode along a portion of Lee’s retreat to Appomattox. The roadside is littered with almost cryptic historical markers. At some point in every depiction of every Civil War altercation are the words ‘the Confederates repulsed the Unionists.’ It takes close reading to decipher that they eventually lost.

Sunday morning 10:00 a.m. in rural Virginia: the most segregated hour of the week. I passed black churches and white churches and empty churches. No integrated churches.

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My distance from urbanity continued to expand. The hills leveled out to swales; I travelled miles with nothing on either side of me but trees or tobacco. I detoured to Drake’s Branch to avoid a four-lane stretch of highway with a rumble-strip shoulder. The area has great street names like Genesis Road, Gethsemane Church Road, WPA Road (with electric lines), and Poor House Lane. Back on US 15 from Wylliesburg south is a swell ribbon of fresh pavement all the way to Clarksville.

IMG_7459By mid afternoon the heat was rising and the cicadas in the brush alongside the road made such a racket they invaded my headspace. After 68 miles I needed lunch and stillness, so nestled into Gino’s Pizza on Main Street Clarksville. Next time you’re in town, I recommend their steak and cheese sub with all the fixings, served on a roll made from pizza dough. Giant fans churned a breeze in the big empty space. Nascar blasted from the TV.

 

The line that divides Virginia and North Carolina is arbitrary but ancient. 36 degrees 30 minutes was established by King Charles I in 1665, with absolutely no knowledge of the geography behind it. That latitude eventually influenced the borders of eight states, as far west as Oklahoma.

IMG_7463Arbitrary though it may be, the line has sociological significance. As soon as I entered the Tarheel State, the trucks got bigger and louder, their tires bulged, their speed increased. I held my own, wishing that some cycling advocate might turn the grassy area between the highway and the railroad into a bike path. Until a parade of brawny guys in ATV’s came roaring up that strip, popping wheelies on every obstruction. Obviously, I am on the wrong vehicle for this state.

 

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Profile Response: Michael Naess, Orpheus Orchestra, New York, NY

HWWLT Logo on yellowIn the 1970’s, a group of musicians with a radical idea about how to create music reached all the way back to the Greek God of Music, Orpheus, for inspiration. Over the last forty years Orpheus has become one of the world’s premier chamber orchestras. The thirty-two members, who may grow to forty or more for certain works, attribute their success to a singular feature: Orpheus Orchestra has no conductor.

Orpheus selects what it performs through a democratic process, and exchanges leadership for each piece among themselves. The members know who is ‘leading’ each piece, but the audience may not: no one stands in front with a baton. “Rehearsals are different from anywhere else. Any musician can stop, put up his hand and say, ‘I heard this at bar 18. How about we try this?’ At Orpheus, everyone is listening to everyone. You would never see a musician do that under Seiji Ozawa.”

Orpheus_WebImage for CHMichael Naess, Orpheus’ Director of Marketing (mnaess@orpheusnyc.org), believes the Orpheus process is integral to their success and distinctive sound. “Look at Berlin or Vienna; it is the vision of one director. Orpheus is always about the ‘we’, not the ‘I’. Music is such a creative effort. We don’t want it to be limited by one perspective.”

Michael is a drummer and pianist by training with a marketer’s exuberance. He was a sales rep at Washington D.C.’s Kennedy Center, a subscription salesman in Toronto, and Associate Marketing Director at Carnegie Hall before coming into full bloom with Orpheus. He thrives in being part of an organization where the culture of the orchestra permeates through the Board and administration. “At Carnegie Hall, you get a program and you sell it. At Orpheus, you’re part of the conversation from the beginning. Everyone participates, everyone is heard.”

What are the constraints of this seemingly satisfying process? “It takes time; time that is worth every penny in additional rehearsal and coordination. Everyone understands that disagreements will happen, and they can be beneficial. It’s an ever-flowing process. When they perform the same concert program in fifteen different locations, the last concert will not be the same as the first.”

imgresOrpheus performs four concert programs a year at their musical home in Carnegie Hall and then tour to cities all over the world. Most concerts feature guest soloists; many feature commissioned works. “We like to work with composers like Jessie Montgomery, an African–American who grew up around recording studios. Her music does not correspond to any genre.”

Orpheus runs two educational programs that reflect their musical and organization strengths. Their distinctive organization has earned Orpheus WorldBlu recognition as a democratic workplace and enabled them to provide inspiration well beyond what most orchestras offer. The Orpheus Institute facilitates programs on collective decision-making for a wide array of organizations, such as IBM, where a group of musicians recently facilitated a workshop that included an open rehearsal. Participants witnessed how Orpheus’ collective process impacts the evolution of a musical performance.

imagesMichael, a runner preparing for his twentieth marathon this fall, usually runs from his Astoria home to Orpheus’ Riverside Drive offices. His most memorable marathon to date was along the Great Wall of China. “It’s all steps up and down and the air is poor, so no one has a good time. But you are running along one of the Wonders of the World.” He hopes to run Boston for his fiftieth marathon. Even among New Yorkers, Boston shines as the premier marathon. Michael’s also an avid AirBNB host. “I’ve introduced over 175 people to New York. I would say I do it 50/50 for the money and the experience. I have contacts all over the world. When I travel for marathons, I can meet up with them.”

Learning about Orpheus Orchestra prompts me consider the nature of leadership. We simultaneously want to be free and independent, and yet we clamor for the security of a strong leader. The Orpheus model has been in existence for almost fifty years, yet there are only a handful of conductorless orchestras. It takes courage to give up a fixed leader. We like to have them to guide us, and we like to have them as whipping boys for our complaints. Without a leader, we have more say in our lives, but no one to blame but ourselves for the outcome.

How will we live tomorrow?

IMG_6924“I think a lot more democratically. We need to learn more from different cultures. The price of a democratic process is, you have to have an open mind. Living with an open mind can only lead to good things.”

 

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Trip Log – Day 275 – Charlottesville VA to Rice, VA

to RiceAugust 6, 2016 – clouds and sun, 90 degrees

Miles Today: 70

Miles to Date: 13,985

States to Date: 38

IMG_7434 I rolled under the I-64 overpass south of Charlottesville and climbed Virginia Route 20 toward Scottsville and Dillwyn. Over forty miles gradients became shallower, plantations became mere farms, suburban houses became old time bungalows, or mobile homes, or abandoned properties altogether. I was in the country.

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If we measured population increase and decay by area, larger tracts of our country are losing population than gaining them. Southern Virginia looks like so many places in the Mid-West and far West; the abandoned homesteads, shuttered gas stations and dwindling towns offset the new, mostly modular houses plopped down on five acres.

IMG_7442I continued on US 15, which is perhaps the least ‘improved’ US highway in the country: two lanes with little shoulder. But traffic was light and the courteous Virginia drivers treated me well.

Riding through Farmville on a late summer Saturday reminded me of so many other towns I’d seen on my journey: wide streets with no traffic, underutilized buildings and acres of parking. Heat simmered off so much exposed blacktop. A few souls walked the downtown sidewalk, though few stores were open. I hankered for an ice cream treat, but there wasn’t so much as a convenience store to provide Good Humor.

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So I continued on to my hosts, who live deep in the woods about ten miles beyond town. All sorts of bugs I’d never seen landed on my sweaty legs as I pedaled along country roads perfectly scaled to bike travel. I arrived a bit early but Bryan, his wife Joy and their twin sons made me feel at home. They had been giving my question some thought before I arrived. Before I even showered and changed, we launched into tomorrow.

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