When you wake up in a shelter it's a very weird feeling of being lost. After a quick meal at the shelter consisting of rice and chicken I left to continue the journey. 17.9 miles was harder then I thought. No side walks down 17/92 in the searing heat is no fun. Semi trucks flying less then ten feet away is a bit nerve racking.
The heat forced me to drink over 25 water bottles and loads of Gatorade. The grass slows you down more then you would think. Day two was rough, but was worth it.
When I reached DeLand, Florida I was greeted by many people who were very supportive. I met with the pastors and county council member. I was followed until I reached the Church I would be staying at. After a meal there and much conversing everyone left to let me sleep.
That would not happen...
We got a call that my sister was in a bike accident and might have to have surgery on/near her brain. Family comes first so we all load up and left an hour later. I left a note stating "I will be back". I will continue this trip in a few days when my sister's conditions stable.
Anyone who is wondering where I am, I'm in Charlottesville Virginia. I promise that I will continue this journey to D.C.
Thank you for everything