Peaks of Otter to Roanoke: The star of the south

Nowhere to Go but Everywhere
Statistics for today
Distance 65.66 kms 41.01 miles
Ride time (hours) 3.65 -
Statistics for trip to date
Distance 1,762.17 kms 1,094.86 miles
Ride time (hours) 106.19 -
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Wednesday, September 15th, 2010

I'm up before dawn, in spite of the sorority girl shenanigans next door. It's dark which creates some difficulty as I look for the bathrooms. I cross paths with a woman, try to ask her where the bathrooms are, but she scurries away without a word as if I were an axe-murderer. Sorry lady, just looking to evacuate last night's beans. When I do finally find the chiottes there's a guy in the next stall who insists on making small talk. Something vaguely uncomfortable in that situation.

I run into yesterday's cyclists as soon as I hit the road. I'm keeping up with them, even passing them; the couple on the tandem doesn't seem to appreciate this, like I'm upstaging them or something. It's not a race, people. I've got another 3,000 miles to go and I'm not sweating who gets to the next rest stop first. I'm short on food, I need to get off the parkway to re-supply. Roanoke is coming up. Sounds like a good option, plus I have a friend in Mexico who grew up there and I've been curious about it from what she told me of her time there. Getting off the parkway means a big drop down off of the ridge. As I lose altitude I feel mounting dread at having to climb back up...

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Downtown Roanoke is quiet on a Wednesday afternoon...

Roanoke is a smallish southern city, quaint with a dose of poverty. It reminds me a little bit of New Orleans with its nice southern neighborhoods quickly followed by run-down shotgun houses. I wander around downtown, go to the supermarket, and eventually decide that I'm not motivated enough to climb back up onto the parkway for a night of camping. I book into a motel room instead, take a shower and a long, luxurious nap.

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...but there's a market going on.
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There's even a big star up on the hill to mark the "Star of the South".

The town is awfully quiet at night. I do end up meeting a few people at a restaurant, we talk baseball of all things. After spending so much time out of the country I've lost track of whose in the farm system but I can still hold a conversation about the American League. My motel room bed calls me home early to take full advantage of a night off of the ground.

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Modern architecture is strikingly incongruous in this town.