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.
Cyclist, writer, teacher, avid reader, bike/ped advocate, nomad, pie lover