We walked around the tourism info office and inquired about the location of Kettle Creek. She wasn't able to give us the exact location, but we felt we could find the first sign and go from there. We walked the square again and popped into the coffee shop for caffeine. The antique shops were closed but I enjoyed seeing the cat on the roof.
After refreshments and a stretch we hit the bikes and road and headed towards where we hoped Kettle Creek to be. The Battle of Kettle Creek is one of the most important battles of the Revolutionary War fought in Georgia. After all the attention given to the Civil War it is interesting to see something honored that brought our country together instead of tearing it apart.
Did I tell you that we had to ride another gravel road?? This stuff was a little deep, not compacted and in definite ruts from a less traveled road. It wasn't too bad until I had to cross the center strip of grass and rocks to avoid the construction vehicles. That and Winford kept riding up my tailpipe with him and his confidence on his 900 lb Harley. I did draw the line at riding up the last bit of roadway that had a good incline covered in pine needles and a nice grassy/needly slope into the trees and bushes. I didn't so much disagree with the trip up, but definitely did not want the trip down trying to steer and brake on that stuff. No matter. A little walk never does anyone too much harm.
I parked the bike outside the gate and everyone else decided to follow suit.
Preparing to leave and I notice a new passenger on my steed. Funny how the butterflies seem to like the bike too.
Stats: 214 miles, fantastic weather, finally able to reach a Revolutionary War memorial, passed 18884 on my bike.