I don’t very often have consecutive days of absolutely no obligations, so months ago I committed to spend four days in July on some classic Southeastern singletrack. My plan was to drop off a friend in Atlanta, then meander my way back to Durham.
In the days leading up to the trip, Hurricane Dennis was bearing down on the Gulf of Mexico. About the time I left Atlanta, Dennis hit the panhandle of Florida, heading due north. I knew I had to be flexible, so I was prepared to check out trails in northern Georgia, eastern Tennessee, and western North Carolina. I planned to outrun the rain and bike where I could.
