Georgia, Georgia

I've never spent any time in the hills of Georgia so I found a spot that looked interesting, and landed in Irwinton, just East of Macon. The draw was a hostel called "The Blue Goose" that caters to cyclists. I expected to arrive to a house full of spandex-clad riders that would help me up the hills, and perhaps share some fun social hours, too. Little did I know that my timing was off -- I had just missed the Blue Goose Road Race and was a bit too early for the Banana Puddin' Festival & Puddin' Pedal. 

​So, lo and behold, I had the entire home to myself for five nights (at $25/night). Now Irwinton (population 583) is no booming metropolis but I did enjoy the cycling, and felt like I was on a retreat. I spent the days riding, eating good food, and reading on the back patio. It was actually a very relaxing, lovely few days.

There are two items that must receive mention, however. One day I cycled through nearby Toomsboro, and was quite amused to find the "one-stop" that appeared to be the town.  As I pedaled toward Main Street, it was literally a ghost town of empty buildings and storefronts. Lo and behold, the entire town is for sale. Maybe I can create my own Bicycle City! 

My second surprise was a visit to the Irwinton Baptist Church next door. I love going to Palm Sunday service, and the reading of the Passion Play. I will say that Pastor Gary Horton was full of spirit, but this was not like any Palm Sunday I ever remember! I did get invited for the post-service potluck "with the best southern fried chicken you'll ever have," but I politely declined.

It was an unexpectedly mellow visit to The Blue Goose, and I've now landed in Greenville, South Carolina for a few weeks.