Sunday morning we woke up in Nashville, Tennessee at the Fiddlers Inn, smiling at what we'd experienced the night before.
Sunday night I collapsed into a bed in Tifton, Georgia, grateful to be nearly through this state. It has been 450 or so miles of absolute boredom. I've made this drive before without such a draining experience, I can't tell you why this time it is so tough, but it is.
There was some early in the day entertainment as we passed through the hills around Chattanooga. It's an attractive area, and the difficulties of the big trucks climbing up the mountains and flying down the other side is entertaining (and scary), so the early hours passed quickly.
The only other exciting thing to happen was that we got around Atlanta, a place that creeps out Mimsy every time we travel through. Another story for another time.
So, Sunday was Georgia. Tomorrow we will arrive in Tampa.
Unless we run away, again.
Sunday night I collapsed into a bed in Tifton, Georgia, grateful to be nearly through this state. It has been 450 or so miles of absolute boredom. I've made this drive before without such a draining experience, I can't tell you why this time it is so tough, but it is.
There was some early in the day entertainment as we passed through the hills around Chattanooga. It's an attractive area, and the difficulties of the big trucks climbing up the mountains and flying down the other side is entertaining (and scary), so the early hours passed quickly.
The only other exciting thing to happen was that we got around Atlanta, a place that creeps out Mimsy every time we travel through. Another story for another time.
So, Sunday was Georgia. Tomorrow we will arrive in Tampa.
Unless we run away, again.
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