Sunset at Bellingrath Gardens.

We didn't take any more photo's after this the rest of the way home for some reason. We spent the night not far up the road that night having spent the biggest part of the day in and around Mobile.

The next day we rode to Thomaston, Georgia and stopped for the day. We went to supper with my aunt's Mary Jo and sister Jane, Mary Jo's daughter Kim and her daughter Ashley. We all had a wonderful visit and then called it a night.

From Thomaston we headed up the back roads of Georgia and into South Carolina. It was a lazy ride that took us through the piney woods and sand country, across a dam and by a resivoir and into the town of Greenwood, South Carolina for the night. Enjoying a good meal and a couple of cold ones at a sports bar, then playing a game of pool before calling it a night.

We made it home the next day. While it was good to be home, and we were both worn out from having been gone for so long, it was also kind of sad to see the adventure come to an end.

The trip ended up being just shy of 2,400 miles and we had been gone eight days. Not Ironbutt time, but that hadn't been the point. We were tourist. Touring on our tourer.

It was great!

I wouldn't mind riding the Trace again but I think this time I'd want to do it going the other direction this time, just, because... I don't think Julie would mind, but it isn't high on her priority list.

There other rides to go on.

Bruce