We got underway at 8:30 a.m. leaving Ft Lauderdale and turning our van northward on the I-95's concrete and tarmac for Toronto, pass Pompano, Boca Raton meaning the Rat Mouth and north. Past Palm Beach and West Palm. Past Juno and Cape Canaveral where mankind was launched into space. Closing in on Jacksonville named after Andrew Jackson a war hero and President. A much better name then Cow Crossing that was the original name. Here we turned west and cross the broad St John River and headed for Lake City on Highway 10. We finally came to I-75 and turned north. This route takes you directly to Detroit and crossing over you are on the 401 and then heading for home.

As we headed north we came across Stephen Foster Park.  His name may not be familiar but the song he wrote I am sure you will know. Ready? "Way down upon the Swanee River" and then we passed over  the Swanee. I wish I had the song on my IPod and we could have had some fun playing it at the time. We passed into Georgia and had to get some gas. The interchange we pulled off on was like a black hole into an another galaxy. We were in rural Georgia. The accents are real not acted out in a movie. The folks look and talk like Crakers a name probably from when they drove cattle and cracked a whip. All on the ground around the station were balls of cotton that had obviously fallen off some collection vehicle. It caused me to sing "I wish I was in the land of cotton where old times are not forgotten" and Elizabeth  counter with "keep your cotton fingers off of me".

We travelled on coming closer to Atlanta. The travel was four lanes wide and heavy. The plan was to go just beyond it and stop. Around Altanta is a ring road and we took the western side of the ring to rejoin I-75 again to the north. Elizabeth did most of the driving with yours truly doing only an hour. When we stopped at 7:30 p.m. in Acworth Georgia north of Atlanta we had travelled for 11 hours and covered 671 miles. This is the first time I have not been behind the wheel for this long a time and having Elizabeth doing the driving. She is really hungry to get home and so am I.

We hadn't stop to eat all day so we sought a restaurant and ended up at Stoney's. I have never tasted such crap in my life. How they continue in business is beyond me. The place was packed with indiscriminate diners. MacDonald's is a three star Michelin restaurant compared to this place. Especially their Angus Beef Burger.

As I write this in our hotel room  at around 10 p.m. my co-pilot is sound asleep after having flown most of the trip home today Yours truly will read for another hour and attempt to go to sleep as well.