I set my sights on Savannah for the night. 275 mi was a bit of riding to do in a day having started at 10:30 in the morning. Central Georgia transitions slowly from the tall pine forests to open farmland. Corn, soybeans, alfalfa, hay and wheat grass grew in the old red clay fields supporting a vibrant comunity of Sasquatch.
I was about 20 mi outside Savannah on Hwy80 when the sun went down. I started looking for a place to hang my hammock and settled on a dyke at the end of a marshy area. A wide gassy berm held the swamp at bay. Down a 15 foot ditch was a deep muddy culvert separating me from the rusting trailers and barking dogs. This forest is way different than I'm accustomed to. The sounds of the night are more and more foreign. Insects and birds I've never encountered call throughout the night.