Welp, here we are in beautiful South Carolina. The sunset over the marsh was quite excellent, and my meal was exquisite - they called it a “Low Country Stir-Fry” and it was basically sausage, shrimp and cabbage over cajun rice with cajun seasonings, accompanied by some cheesy grits. Sublime. I was in the Rest Stop van again today; it’s seriously a long day of work, what with all the lifting and carrying of boxes and waiting around for cyclists in the hot sun. But I know that the group appreciates it so I soldier on; we are the grease that makes the machinery run. I am reminded of my youth in Florida, and not neccessarily in the best way; I have to say I don’t miss the baking sun, the sand, the grass that I’m allergic to, the stinging insects. I acknowledge that other people might enjoy the sun, the open space, the warmth, the hospitality. But I’m happy where I am on the West Coast. Nice sunsets, though.

We also went through downtown Savannah, GA. Amazing houses and beautiful trees. Exactly what I always pictured; stately and elegant and southern.