In this episode, DataWife has left for her job interview in Michigan and Adventure Boy has been left to his own devices. We rejoin the actionâ¦ Dropped my wife off at the airport for her flight out to Michigan and headed home. A quick lunch and I was on the road. There are a bunch of cool roads around here, though most of them include at least some gravelâ¦gee darn. I pound around the county heading east and come upon this road. As I am taking the picture, I notice a dog ahead in the road. Search, Evaluate, Execute! yeha, yeah, that's the ticket... As I got closer, the possibly dangerous dog, turns into a deer. I didnât remember it being this pixilatedâ¦ The first destination for todayâs ride was the old Tibbee Creek bridge. Since bridges are so often included in AdvRider reports, I figured I should include one as well. Plus, I wanted to ride across the bridgeâ¦ Here is the Tibbee Creek Bridge. I am not sure how old it isâ¦ But it is a single lane, wooden decked bridge. I drove across it 3 or 4 years ago. Sadly, today it is closed and has been replaced with a modern concrete bridge. Cool bridge though. This lake sits further up the road. Pretty cool place with all the trees in the water. Hereâs where I drop the ballâ¦ Since, I am riding with a fanny pack, the camera is hard to get toâ¦and the riding is too much fun. So for the next 30 miles, I donât stop and I donât take any picturesâ¦(so Iâll do my best to steal from the internetâ¦). I rode to the turn-around here: John C. Stennis Lock. Columbus, MS. Picture credit: Tennessee-Tombigbee Waterway Development Authority Hereâs the map. Columbus, MS is the main city in the map. This route included about 20 miles of awesome gravel through hardwood forest and swampy areas along Old Macon Road. Didnât even think of the camera. Stopped at a little country store for a drink and a snack. It turned out to be a neat community gathering place with people milling about and talking and various groups passing through between church services. Talked with a truck driver while I snacked and just listened to the conversations. After hanging out for half an hour, I headed to the house. Found a great little paved road with a series of good curves and elevation changes (at least for Mississippi). The sun was headed down, as I cruised home down this road. Odometer reading 489. The shop closed on Monday, so with the ride into work and various other excursions, I have 518 miles on the bike when I drop it off at the shop on Tuesday morning. I pull up with the bike on the trailer (DataWife is out of town couldnât do the ride and drop-off thing). Carl the owner is out front helping a guy unload a Goldwing that got rear-ended. Having finished that, he looks up a spots me. Again, that strange âyour still aliveâ look flashes across his face. Carl: âWhy arenât you riding today?â AdvBoy: âGot to put my bike in your shop.â C: (look of concern) âWhat wrong?â AB: âGot five hundred miles on it. Needs itâs first service.â C: (relieved smile changing to bemusement) âYouâre kidding, Right? You just picked the bike up Wednesday.â AB: âNope. Wouldâve brought it in yesterday, but you're closed on Mondays.â C: "Where you'd go?" AB: "All over the place..." C: (just shakes his headâ¦) THE END This ends the first in what will surely by many exciting adventures. Where will our semi-fearless adventurer go next? What does the road hold in store for him? He is contemplating an adventure over to The 15th Annual Georgia Mountain Rally this coming weekendâ¦a nice 370 mile adventure each way. Should Noobie Adventure Boy go? What should he take? When can he drop the âNoobie?â Only time will tellâ¦ Only time will tell.