Glenn Charles


Photographer/Videographer specializing in Life Style, Travel, and Aerial Imagery.  FAA 107 Certified for sUAS flight operations throughout the US.  Fully insured.  Videography work is limited to Aerial productions.

Based in Maine (May-December) and SWFL (Jan - April). Available for travel year round.

Day 42

Last night the temps hit 20 degrees, once again making me veryuncomfortable. Twenty is about ten degrees below the comfort zone of mybody and gear. As the night progressed I knew it was getting colder andcolder, my body unable to stay warm.

Morning brought a frozen tent, frost on everything and four frozen waterbottles. Needles to say I was excited to see a forecast that showed nothingbut rising temps.

Because of the cold I had stayed in my tent much longer than Normal, so itwas going to be a late start to the day. Greeted with bright sun and bluesky I was optimistic about getting in some good miles.

However, as one steep hill quickly led to another it became painfullyobvious that the day was going to be long in time yet short in miles. Thehills were simply too steep and my 2 week layoff too long. Lunch came andmy odometer read 15 miles where normally it would be at or beyond 30.

After getting back on the road I very quickly found a bakery at the bottomof a hill. Not that I needed an excuse to stop but when a bakery shows upin the middle of no where -- well you have to stop. I filled my waterbottles and bought a chocolate chip cookie then went outside to relax andenjoy the view.

Shortly afterwards I was joined by another cyclist on a beautiful Lightspeedroad bike. Klaus was his name and he was out for a mere 120 mile loopstarting and ending in Austin. Yes, I was thinking bad thoughts aboutsomeone who was riding more in a day than what I had dine in two. Skinnytires and a titanium frame go pretty fast.

Klaus ordered a soda, coffee and Apple pie with ice cream. When the pieshowed up both our eyes went wide in amazement. It was a huge serving, morethan I could have eaten in a single sitting. Klaus offered me a portion towhich I gladly accepted. The serving, now confronted by two hungrycyclists, had met its match.

Afterwards we said our goodbyes and I was off to get in my final miles ofthe day. This part of Texas, besides being hilly, is defined by wirefences. Everything, and I do mean everything is fenced. This had me a bitconcerned out my ability to find a good camp site. However luck was on myside because high up on a ridge top I found a beautiful little patch oftrees with a clearing in the middle and quickly made camp.

Tired and sore, sleep will come easy with what I am sure will be dreams ofhills yet to be faced.

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