A Fresh Pair of Socks Makes All the Difference

First off - Kirsten says THANK YOU to everyone who has been reading, re-posting, leaving messages and commenting. It has been so good for her to know you're out there! Secondly, she notes that a fresh pair of socks, after 1500 miles in the rain, is like a new lease on life. The weather band radio occasionally would put out an alert through the evening saying "mariners and motorists should take cover." Not sure which she was at that point. BMW should make pontoons as an accessory for the RT!

At 7 a.m. Eastern time she was in Baton Rouge, LA, about 700 miles outside of Jacksonville. She rode through the night, stopping for a rest here and there, and then ended up leap-frogging with another rider. At about midnight, they pulled off and she found out most of the group was at the Motel 6, so she decided to go ahead and stop for a few hours too. I think this was a good decision because apparently she had been having conversations with the bite valve of the Camelback, which had started to look like a little mouth and said things like, "hey, why don't you have a drink of water?"

For those tracking the arrival in Florida, it will probably be early evening, between 5-8 p.m. Her 100 hour limit for the overall trip is 1 a.m. this morning, but I know she doesn't want to come in that late. The arrival point is the same gas station as she departed: Shell at 1539 Third Street South, Jacksonville Beach, FL 32250. For the GPS-watchers: N 30' 16.431 and W 081' 23.327

And yes - she knows she made the Butt Burner Gold - 1500 miles in less than 24 hours. She just hopes that the receipts will hold up. When she finally stopped for the time stamp, she just got into the station and all the power went out. And she wasn't able to get a witness, but did get a receipt. I told her she has a pile of e-witnesses who have been following along!

So - she's in the 7th inning stretch! I'll update later this afternoon when she's in the panhandle!