By nightfall, I found myself nearing Taccoa, GA. A sign for Camp Toccoa - Currahee Mountain made me google the name and found that it was the WW-II training site for many paratroopers. The HBO show Band of Brothers was set here and I have fond memories of watching that show with Dad as a youngster. Turning off the forest road, I barely make it up the loose climb up steep leaves. The oak forest crunches beneath my feet, the top layer dry yet underneath still soggy from days of rain. The scurry of squirrels unearthing acorns and swift breezes of changing season makes it feel like fall.
While taking a break in the town park of Chesnee, an older woman approached and handed me a bag. Somewhat shocked, I took it and she set down a drink and church flyer beside me. "You look like you're traveling. The good Lord told me you could use a bite to eat so here you are. Have a blessed day." With that she accepted my thanks, turned around, got in her champagne-colored Buick and drove away. I waved and she smiled and waved back, both of us curiously impacted by the whole event.
Welcome back to the south :D
On my way out of town the following day, I met up with the Making Slow Look Fast Scooter club at the Landmark Diner for brunch. There were many different makes and models of scooters there from my touring rig down to Jay Moorman's two stroke Spree tuned for speed. He let me ride that lightweight high-revving two stroke and it was pure bliss once it got on the pipe. A special thanks to Rick Cutchin for inspiring the event and getting everyone together.