Since it was a weekday morning, I had the place to myself it seemed.
The house is behind the sign...I didn't get a picture because I was distracted.
Yep, it was "coffee interlude" time.
Pot, cup, beer can chicken holder thingamabob, diet coke stove.
Heating up. Areopress ready for liftoff.
Breakfast too? Hell, why not.
Looks like a chewed up couch cushion with bacon bits... Tasted like a chewed up couch cushion...with bacon bits.
After a few miles I came upon an "old trace" road...
Now I could really feel what it would be like to ride a motorcycle in the 1800's...on a paved road.
Went across a tiny wooden bridge.
Back to the new trace.