I slept so great at this wonderful campsite. It was really quiet and really far from the nearest highway or railroad. Stars were really pretty and other than the planes, and the loud ass stupid motor boats on the lake at 4am(I had already gotten enough sleep and it was far enough away that it was faint, but close enough to know what it was). Was going to get up when I felt rested at around 4:30 but I fell asleep again a couple of times and finally got going around 6. Gathered my belongings and was on my way. The morning was cooler than I expected, it was around 46. I was plenty warm in my sleeping bag but I was a bit worried since I didn't have my full fingered gloves. I did bring ear, arm, and knee warmers though, and my fingers were fine and once the sun rose the temperature flew upward with wild abandon and crossed the threshold from "cool" to "nice" to "way too hot" over a period of about an hour it seemed. I planned this route out at the last minute, literally only in a couple of hours the night before. I had planned to go to Rochelle so I had the bike all packed but that trip didn't work out, so I decided to still do an overnight. Threw this together quickly and was worried there would be lots of closed roads. Alabama delivered though, no matter how abandoned the road seemed, it was open and being driven on by someone.... In Georgia when you start to see the signs of road abandonment you can almost be certain it will end at a gate soon, not so in Alabama. Randolph county is too broke for things like gates and road closed signs. I did find one road though that had a really cool descent down a bare rockface for like a tenth of a mile and ended in an almost broken down wooden bridge over a beautiful old creek ford at a big rock. While I was getting water here(it was a small stream and it tasted cool and great), three dogs came down the road to check me out. There were no humans with them and no houses within view. They got bored and headed back the way I was headed. I continued down the road and the road I was on continued to my right but there was a gate. Thankfully my route had me heading on a road to my left, up the hill. There was obviously a roadbed but it was overgrown with 5 foot tall saplings in the middle but still someone was driving down it and there wasn't a gate or any signs at all. So I continued and a short distance later arrived at a natural cul-de-sac of bare rock, with a huge pile of trash in the middle of it. My little road sort of ended and the cul-de-sac was blocked off from me by a ring of 5 foot high dead branches all piled up. Still no signs saying I couldn't be there and my route was pointing me forward on the rock. I quickly realized that probably the dogs came from the house at the end of the road, which I couldn't see but I knew had to be there. I decided to climb over the branches and proceed carefully. The dogs weren't around thankfully. I hoisted myself and my bike up and over with a little effort, and I got going, wary of a person, and the dogs. I came around a corner after the bare rock ended and gravel began again. I decided to roll by. The house was obviously being lived in and where the dogs lived. There were cars and trucks there and the porch was really close to the road. I went through fairly slowly and when I went by the house the dogs finally started barking but it didn't matter and I never did see a person, and in short time I was in the clear on an obvious open public road. There was a lot of really chunky and rocky and washed out roads in Alabama, as expected. Lots of steep and long hills. I found a church at the top of a really prominent hill, not on the route but looked cool to climb, and boy was it worth it. Had the best view of the ride, of all of north GA. Were it not for the haze I probably could have seen Atlanta. And it had really great well water out back. This was Flat Rock Methodist I think. Ephesus baptist church had great well water too and a covered area with picnic tables. It was fortuitous I found those churches because by filtering a full gatorade bottle that had washed up on the shore of the lake, it clogged my filter something fierce. It had a bit of dirt in it but otherwise it looked just like regular orange gatorade. I filtered water two times on this ride and it was really hard. I should have brought my little filter cleaner thingie. Will bring next time. It weighs nothing. The wind was from the west, southwest at first but then from the northwest I think? it mostly seemed behind me the whole ride thankfully. Except when I was climbing steep hills and it was behind me and with the high temps it was really hot. The clouds came in later as the day wore on thankfully and it felt cooler. Strangely I saw nobody on the portions of Dirty Sheets, except 3 different motorcyclists, and I just came back the shortest way home after that, traffic wasn't too bad. Palmetto road was dead for some reason and Senoia road was about par for the course.