Took off from Eaven, Kyle, and Michael’s in Pensacola, FL. Found them on couchsurfing. They made me a terrific breakfast an saw me off. Downtown Pensacola is INCREDIBLY wealthy, but the neighboring areas seem pretty poor. It was not a bad ride into Alabama, and it was a little scary/country, did go into a gas station where most people avoided eye contact, but a few miles in, man… Alabama is GORGEOUS. Green, green grass, lush trees, rolling hills, big beautiful plains and farms… Big lovely homes… Stopped in a beautiful, mid sized town called Daphne and had the best shrimp po’boy I ever had in my life…

Then I got to Mobil. Mobil did not like me.. The roads were insane confusing and busy leading up to it. Tried to meet up two rider friends who were ahead of me in Mobil… to they advised me try to sneak through a tunnel they passed through that only allows vehicle to get to Mobil…. A huge alarm goes off and a booming voice from the PA system shouts “You on the bicycle, away from the tunnel!” So a further down this busy six lane road, there’s a HUGE bridge, high, high up from the water, that thankfully had a shoulder, but I don’t think anything but vehicles are meant to cross that bridge. But I got on it, pedaling all the way up the steep death trap, thinking the entire time, and for the rest of the three hour search in the dark, along a busy high way, across broken, uneven dark sidewalks, through winding, labyrinthine service roads, that I might die. But FINALLY I made it to the hotel to meet Wilson.

Wilson is clever, industrious, opinionated, knowledgeable, and forthright to a fault. But I felt pretty quickly that he could not only be trusted, but be counted on. So he joined me at Waffle House, watchede indulge, we went back to the room, and Wilson was nice enough to give me the bed, and slept on the floor next to his sweet little dog Polo. I slept like a baby that night.