{"id":21385,"date":"2017-05-19T17:22:15","date_gmt":"2017-05-19T21:22:15","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tourdebocrie.com\/?p=21385"},"modified":"2017-05-20T15:31:43","modified_gmt":"2017-05-20T19:31:43","slug":"day-29-friday-may-19-yemassee-to-charleston-south-carolina","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/tourdebocrie.com\/?p=21385","title":{"rendered":"Day 29. Friday, May 19. Yemassee to Charleston, South Carolina"},"content":{"rendered":"

This morning was quite cool (64\u00b0) and slightly overcast,\"\"<\/a> as we pedaled the countryside,\"\"<\/a> removed from the hustle and bustle of yesterday’s busy highway. \u00a0The country knolls,\"\"<\/a>small bridges\"\"<\/a>and railroad overpasses taxed our legs as if we were climbing mountains.<\/p>\n

A couple hours into the ride, the sun had\u00a0burned off the overcast and fluffed the clouds \"\"<\/a>for pretty silhouettes\u00a0against the blue sky.<\/p>\n

By 10:30 a.m., we had cranked out 36 miles with\u00a0only ten minutes worth of stops, we needed a rest. \u00a0A half hour break, plus a muffin and small breakfast sandwich and we were back on the road, rejoining the busy highway 17. \u00a0We had just a couple miles on this stretch of the highway, before finding our turnoff. \u00a0But no road appeared, so we tightened our grip and maintained our\u00a0highway riding. \u00a0The traffic came in waves, the breaks were welcome, but always short lived. \u00a0We scoured the horizon for any turnoff to a side road\/alternate route, but all that appeared were dirt roads. \u00a0We had spent several hours last night charting a way to stay off this busy highway and thought we had found a good course. \u00a0Little did we know that the “roads” we had found on the map were all dirt. \u00a0Our whole disposition changes in the traffic, shoulders tense, eyes are focused 100% on the road, holding tight to the narrow white line as every truck’s approach is preceded by the deep engine rumble. \u00a0Not the best of conditions, but it was our one choice.<\/p>\n

It was not until 60 miles that we turned off the highway, but it would be another two miles to get to the greenway we had waited for. \u00a0This is the spot we were supposed to stop for the night; riding to the outskirts of\u00a0Charleston (and resting) and then biking to\u00a0the city in the morning. \u00a0However, the long range forecast had a wicked storm heading our way in a couple of days, so we needed to move our ride along.<\/p>\n

Thankfully, the ten miles of shade\"\"<\/a> and pretty sites\"\"<\/a> on the greenway helped to breath life\"\"<\/a> into very tired bodies. \u00a0Away from the noise and traffic, we began to relax, raise our heads from their bent down position\"\"<\/a>\u00a0and take in the sights.<\/p>\n

With the exception of getting halfway up a huge bridge\"\"<\/a> and having to turn around\u00a0 (no bicycles allowed) we sailed into Charleston and to our hotel as if we knew where we were going.<\/p>\n

Naturally, our room was not ready, but it gave us a chance for a drink and a bite to eat.\"\"<\/a> \u00a0A delicious shower later and we were back out on the street, walking this time<\/em>, for happy hour and dinner. \u00a0We did not have to go far to find either, as well as\u00a0some interesting conversation with John, \"\"<\/a>from Philadelphia, but lives four months in Vietnam. \u00a0Still a little full from our 4:00 lunch, we had a snack and dessert, of course,\"\"<\/a>and headed to bed. \u00a0We had been on the road for eight hours, six and a half hours in the saddle; it had been a long 76 miles.<\/p>\n\n\t\t