Lake Park Georgia, Milepost 2
Arrived here at about 3:30 p.m. Eastern Standard time. The weather was great, the traffic grueling. Had to stand on the brakes a few times. It is unavoidable in the "scrum" that passes for traffic flow on I-75. I am glad I came through (beltway) Atlanta, Georgia but I believe I will seek another way home. Imagine Denver rush hour for 100 miles.
All the driving has resulted in fat ankles and I slept in positions to help that condition but the resulting elimination of fluids went on all night and into the day. Three unscheduled stops and I had forgotten they dislike the concept of "blocks." down here. Getting turned around in some of these smaller burgs is a trick that involves looking for a red light and several miles of driving.
Goody assumed her driving position so readily I skipped her one/half diazepam this morning and regretted it. Those things really do help her. Buster rode on the "doghouse"/console for quite a few miles. He usually likes to see where we have been. Goody likes to see where we are going.
They both were a little on the hot side when we pulled in so the rear ceiling fan is pulling cool air into the coach as I write. Very comfortable. Down to 67 degrees now. They are zonked.
The people here at the Flying J are very friendly. Got to chatting with a black woman truck driver who was a stitch. My black beret broke the ice. Will probably ditch it tomorrow. I have needed it to keep my bereft head warm. I think that problem is going away. Will need something to keep the sun off. A brand new fire engine is parked next to me. I think I will go look at it. Still a sucker for fire engines after all these years. I am in exactly the same spot I parked in coming out of Florida Last April. Had doo-doo head neighbors then. Enough for now. Should be at John Prince Campground tomorrow. Thunderstorms predicted. Doggies are stirring; need dinner and a walk.
All the driving has resulted in fat ankles and I slept in positions to help that condition but the resulting elimination of fluids went on all night and into the day. Three unscheduled stops and I had forgotten they dislike the concept of "blocks." down here. Getting turned around in some of these smaller burgs is a trick that involves looking for a red light and several miles of driving.
Goody assumed her driving position so readily I skipped her one/half diazepam this morning and regretted it. Those things really do help her. Buster rode on the "doghouse"/console for quite a few miles. He usually likes to see where we have been. Goody likes to see where we are going.
They both were a little on the hot side when we pulled in so the rear ceiling fan is pulling cool air into the coach as I write. Very comfortable. Down to 67 degrees now. They are zonked.
The people here at the Flying J are very friendly. Got to chatting with a black woman truck driver who was a stitch. My black beret broke the ice. Will probably ditch it tomorrow. I have needed it to keep my bereft head warm. I think that problem is going away. Will need something to keep the sun off. A brand new fire engine is parked next to me. I think I will go look at it. Still a sucker for fire engines after all these years. I am in exactly the same spot I parked in coming out of Florida Last April. Had doo-doo head neighbors then. Enough for now. Should be at John Prince Campground tomorrow. Thunderstorms predicted. Doggies are stirring; need dinner and a walk.
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