The weather was clear and warm as I cruised east across North Carolina toward Charlotte. I spent a few days visiting with my younger brother Erik and friends John and Ellen. We ate well, visited a local brewery and played disc golf on the same Plantation Course we played nearly a year ago. Although it was a fun visit in the city, I was feeling the call of Virginia. Heading in a northward direction, I soon found myself camped up near the VA border by a beautiful mountain brook. The forecast low was wrong as temps dipped below freezing, evidenced by the frost on my hammock. Pushing the scooter over into the sunshine, I warmed myself with a cup of coffee and finally got on the road. In less than an hour, a large red heart appeared on a sign ahead. Virginia is indeed for lovers.
In May 2014 I quit my job to ride a Honda Ruckus over 69'000 mi and counting. Wild camping most nights and cooking most of my own meals, I keep the costs low and the landscape changing.