The foothills of the Blue Ridge
I've barely seen Lynchburg but already feel the presence of Rev. Falwell. I passed the Falwell Airport. I knew I should have asked for an interview!
This was the most pleasant ride yet. I started in flat farmlands of central Carolina, moved to the wooded piedmont of southern Virginia and ended up here looking up at the hills.
After a short breather, politics will abound!
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