Road Miles: 108
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Trail Miles: 0
I woke up feeling rested for the first time in days. What?? I actually slept! Then I remembered the mouse traps… ugh. I hadn’t heard any sign of my little hitchhikers. I took a deep breath and checked the traps, and… nothing! Apparently the peppermint oil worked. I was so happy. Since then, I’ve periodically sprinkled the oil around the van, and haven’t had any infestation issues since. Yay!
After lunch and laundry, I hit the road again. I was planning to make my way south to Florida to visit my college roommate, who’d plied me with offers of feeding me whatever I wanted. Before even bothering to look at a map, I’d agreed, because, you know… food! So, as it turns out, Boynton Beach is pretty far from northern Georgia. Especially when you are just north of Atlanta and want to avoid large cities and interstates and pretty much the only way to do that is to actually go further north. But… food!
I headed back towards the forest and hills, stopping briefly at Popcorn Overlook off of GA-76, because, you know… *popcorn!* The views here were lovely, from both sides of the highway. In fact, this entire route was beautiful. For scenic drives, it’s hard to beat the back roads of Georgia.
I found the Warwoman WMA via freecampsites.net, and arrived close to dark. There’s a campground here, but dispersed camping is allowed almost everywhere, so I picked a spot to park that was as far as possible from any of the wildlife opening areas on the site map. It also backed up to the Bartram Trail which I’d never heard of before, but apparently is over 100 miles long and has segments in both Georgia and North Carolina. After the sounds of gunfire from nearby hunters stopped, just after sunset, the sounds of the forest were a sweet respite. It felt great to be back in the woods, home.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_raw_html]JTNDY2VudGVyJTNFJTNDaWZyYW1lJTIwd2lkdGglM0QlMjI1NjAlMjIlMjBoZWlnaHQlM0QlMjIzMTUlMjIlMjBzcmMlM0QlMjJodHRwcyUzQSUyRiUyRnd3dy55b3V0dWJlLmNvbSUyRmVtYmVkJTJGenVlLVVoQ252NjAlMjIlMjBmcmFtZWJvcmRlciUzRCUyMjAlMjIlMjBhbGxvd2Z1bGxzY3JlZW4lM0UlM0MlMkZpZnJhbWUlM0UlM0MlMkZjZW50ZXIlM0U=[/vc_raw_html][vcex_image_grid post_gallery=”true” grid_style=”masonry” columns=”3″ columns_gap=”5″ title=”no”][/vc_column][/vc_row]