Arrived in Atlanta, my childhood hometown of 20 years ago. The street names are familiar but I can’t tell you where they go. Too tired to draw, will come back and edit this post (now edited).
It was hard to leave North Carolina and the amazing people I met there, I’ll go back again soon. For better or worse, something louder calls me south, and west. 234 miles, Cherohala to 68 S into lush, green, hot and humid Georgia – scoot’s 15th state.