To avoid unsafe roads and heavy traffic, we took a local bus to Weaver where the trail begins and prayed that our wildly-bouncing bikes were secure on the front rack.
We were dropped off at the barber shop. Billie hoped she could use their bathroom where these guys made us laugh as they joked around with each other.
Billie, “Arlete, come over here and look at this.”
Crossing the state line where the Silver Comet begins:
The tiny buffalo provided Billie with some privacy
and a fertile pkace to sprout a new plant:
New wildflowers as we arrived in Cedartown:
Miles = 44
