Bales of Hay
I biked from Laurens to Greenville, SC… And back!
Leaving before dawn, I stopped in an open field to catch the sunrise.
There is a tide in the affairs of men
Which, taken at the flood, leads on to fortune;
Omitted, all the voyage of their life
Is bound in shallows and in miseries.
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition:
I biked from Laurens to Greenville, SC… And back!
Leaving before dawn, I stopped in an open field to catch the sunrise.
Half-way between Seabrook Island and Charleston, SC, lives one of the largest trees in the country…
This is one big Angel Oak!
