Although this picture was taken yesterday it does give an idea of what some of the farms are up to in these parts.
The hotel was comfy. I slept nearly 8 hours thanks to a dose of Advil PM.
The day began with a free see-food breakfast. I was on the road in the cool of daybreak.
The roads here are much, much better than two days ago. I made my second turtle rescue of the trip. Then I came to a fork in the road.
Speaking of road kill, I’ve averaged a close pass every other day. Today was an old Chevy that blew by me at high speed only inches from my left elbow. Hell-oh!
There was no sit down food all the way to Savannah do I made do with my big gut breakfast, convenience store snacks, and a beat up apple from two days ago.
The ride into Savannah was on a busy highway. Ten miles of trucks and roadside debris. No fun.
Savannah was totally worth it. Oh my God the old part of Savannah is gorgeous. Huge oaks (according to my lodger) draped with Spanish moss line every street with shade and character. Old buildings of every architectural persuasion make you want to take a picture every ten feet. Squares with little shady parks line the old part of the city. They beg you to grab a seat on a bench and chill. So I did.
Thanks to my friends on the interwebs who recommended other places to eat. Alas they were to late.
Another 74.5 miles in the books. Add that to 989.5 and I get 1,064 so far.