From Our Side Of The Track

 

Roads in USA (for the most part) have a wide safety lane, which is great for cycling, drivers have been very courteous, and even though the separation is more than adequate, still go our over the centreline to pass - and drivers coming the other way give them room - quite unlike NZ, where drivers appear to go as close as possible, without knocking you off the bike.

 

Here we crossed the famous Appalachian tramping trail which runs almost from top to bottom of the USA. We were familiar with it from Bill Bryson's book on it.

 

In spite of warnings to watch out for Moose, and "You'll see them on the road, around here", this is the closest we got to the real thing. Of course, we did not have expert corroboration of the find, but are reasonably confidant in our claim.

 

We called this "Coyote Camp" just after dark, a coyote started calling from up above in the forest, after a couple of howls, another started up below us and across the road from our camp, both kept calling and getting closer, eventually meeting up less than 100 metres from us. At this point all went quite, so we assumed that love conquered all, and they loped off into eternal bliss.