Georgia
The same fine Floridians who like to drive their cars on the beach... sometimes like to drive their cars on the beach in the middle of the night. They must have maneuvered well enough because they didn't hit us or any gear. Aside from a little noise - only a minor inconvenience.
We ate our usual breakfast on the beach and tread very lightly so as not to stir up a cloud of sand to mix in with our oats.
At around mile 10 we stopped at a Winn Dixie supermarket for refueling and a strategy meeting. Rach and I are headed to Brunswick tomorrow and it felt a bit too long for one day so we decided to head for the Walkabout Camp and RV Park. The owners are Australian and have decor that features wombats, kangaroos, and tasmanian devils. It's a small world.
We spun north along the 17 Highway, passing through pine forest under sunny skies. As we rode over the St. Mary's River we said goodbye to Florida and "Hello Georgia!" One state down, so many to go.
Just next to this evening's campground is a development tract that must have gone under before completion. All the streets are paved and the lots laid out but wild with overgrowth and not a single home or person living here. We took a trail around a bend and found a rickety boardwalk that extended hundreds of yards to a forgotten dock. Many of the boards were missing so we chose our steps carefully. Out and back with no mishap.
The Walkabout Camp has a fine pool and an even better clubhouse where we cooked our dinner. Then we reintroduced ourselves to the hypnotic power of cable television and watched a recent Mission Impossible movie.
We ate our usual breakfast on the beach and tread very lightly so as not to stir up a cloud of sand to mix in with our oats.
At around mile 10 we stopped at a Winn Dixie supermarket for refueling and a strategy meeting. Rach and I are headed to Brunswick tomorrow and it felt a bit too long for one day so we decided to head for the Walkabout Camp and RV Park. The owners are Australian and have decor that features wombats, kangaroos, and tasmanian devils. It's a small world.
We spun north along the 17 Highway, passing through pine forest under sunny skies. As we rode over the St. Mary's River we said goodbye to Florida and "Hello Georgia!" One state down, so many to go.
Just next to this evening's campground is a development tract that must have gone under before completion. All the streets are paved and the lots laid out but wild with overgrowth and not a single home or person living here. We took a trail around a bend and found a rickety boardwalk that extended hundreds of yards to a forgotten dock. Many of the boards were missing so we chose our steps carefully. Out and back with no mishap.
The Walkabout Camp has a fine pool and an even better clubhouse where we cooked our dinner. Then we reintroduced ourselves to the hypnotic power of cable television and watched a recent Mission Impossible movie.
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Georgia...Peachy!
ReplyDeleteGrandma Corinne got your postcard and she and Aunt Corinne loved your "Corinne Roddy x 2" address.
You two are accomplishing the real life "mission impossible." Ride safely.
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‘Welcome to Georgia...’ sign all shot to pieces. Seems to be a mixed message? Loving the blogs, don’t know how you find the energy at the end of each day. Struggling a little with the technology, whether a comment gets published seems a little hit and miss. Spoke to Sheila last night, she’s loving the posts and is having the same problems in posting comments. When I get it cracked, I’m going to call myself The other Old Guy. Dad/Pete
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