Passing the familiar towns and sights of SW VA, I felt as if I was getting closer to "home". The cold hollow's embrace my soul, ample sunlight warmed my head and chilled springs quenched my thirst. It wasn't that long until I crossed I-81 in Marion, recognizing the same work zone and roadway I had passed 11 months ago. The coincidence that I'd end up on that same road without purposefully pointing toward it on the GPS continues to surprise me.
In May 2014 I quit my job to ride a Honda Ruckus over 55'000 mi and counting. Wild camping most nights and cooking most of my own meals, I keep the costs low and the landscape changing.