We left the Campbell County Park on Ewing Dr. around 9:30 am with Blackie in the trailer. We folded up the cot, and moved the rest of the stuff in the way to the front part of the trailer. There are two, fifty five gallon, plastic drums filled with feed in the back. It isn't practical to move these to the front, so we loaded Blackie in with those beside him. The water tanks were getting low, and there was quite a bit of trash we needed to dispose of, so we backtracked south on Highway 29 to a gas station. We then drove through Lynchburg and stopped at strip mall in Amherst, Virginia. There were “No pedestrians bicycles, animals, self propelled machinery...” signs to this point. We still don't understand what these signs are really about. There seemed to be plenty of shoulder on the road.

Bill left the hotel in Altavista around 9:30 on the 6th of May. Brenda and I gathered up the junk we had packed into the room. The Lynchburg Police Department called back.  A Lt. Lawton talked to Brenda, he asked, “what exactly to do you want from us?” She told the officer about our journey. Negotiations quickly broke down and it became clear that Bill wasn't going to be able to ride through Lynchburg. Some of the roads and highways in Lynchburg are fairly dangerous and the police are low resources, so an escort was out of the question.

The sun was shining when Bill and Blackie head out from the Southside Large Animal Clinic. Brenda drove me to an old barn that was on the farm. After a few pictures we headed for Altavista. On the highway, we start noticing signs which state: “No pedestrians bicycles, animals, self propelled machinery,” etc. The sections of road where these signs are posted have more room for Bill to ride (we later realized that these sections go around towns). At this point we weren't sure what to make of this, as we had planned to take 29 all the way to Washington D.C.

Blackie didn't wanna leave all the grass at White Oak Mountain Family Campground. Brenda and I went on ahead and got back on Highway 29 but stopped at a gas station. We filled up and then I had to use the restroom. By the time I finished Bill had already passed.

Before we leave for Danville, Virginia on the 1st of May, the Mayor of Eden, John Grogan came to visit us at the Hampton. Ms. Duncan also came to see Bill off, and got to ride Blackie. Bill saw “lots of old farms, colonial houses and barns, deer, turkey; the heart land of Virginia and North Carolina. The rolling hills where a bit tough going.”