In SC, Marion’s name seemingly overshadows even Pierre Gustave Toutant-Beauregard‘s name. Marion this, and Marion that…

The exercise bike I used to have has an odometer with a non-volatile memory. As the miles piled up, I started mapping where I would be, if I was actually pedaling down the road, then capture a pic off of Google street view, and post my "location" on my FB channel. I made my way to the west coast, down to a little town on a riverbank in Panama, where the northern part of the Pan American highway ends. Back up and around the Gulf, down one side of Florida and up the other. One day's pedaling brought me to the middle of the "Francis Marion National Forest". I eventually made my way into upstate New York, on the shore of a lake, when the belt in the bike broke, and the manufacturer no longer sold replacement belts. Thus ended the journey.

Steve