Valentine’s
Day and it means nothing to me; just a reminder that I’m alone. This is the one
day a year that I really miss having a man in my life. Oh, well. It is what it
is.
The
skies are overcast, but it looks like it might clear.
A
restless night as I was warm. I had the a/c at 68 degrees. While watching tv
last night, some guy in a big pick-up truck sat outside my window with his
vehicle running. He was probably smoking as this is a non smoking facility and
it was raining. I try to keep the volume low so as not to disturb people in the
next room. I could barely hear and missed a lot.
After
24 nights I should know to ask for an upper floor and the side away from the
highway. That said, this is not a bad place. It’s the biggest room I’ve stayed
in so far and at the least amount of money.
Two of us could do the Tai Chi form here.
I
watched a couple of episodes of Duck Dynasty. It’s one of those reality type
shows where they follow the antics of a family. From what I understand, this
family (I think they’re in Louisiana) made it big on making duck decoys and
duck calls. For the most part, it’s a red neck type of family, but one son went
off to college and was able to turn the family business into a huge success. After
watching the two shows and seeing them trying to shoot beavers because the
beavers built a dam which dried up their duck hunting pond, attempting to get a
honey filled bee hive which was in a tree in the swamp, and hunting frogs in
the dark murky swamp waters, I’ve seen enough.
On
another channel I often watch, they were alligator hunting. No, thank-you. Oh,
I miss my DVR. During commercials, I looked through brochures and tried to jot
down some things that I missed mentioning in the blog.
I
crossed at least seven rivers and creeks yesterday starting from the border of
Florida and Georgia and the St. Mary’s River. I thought I’d try to list them
using the map. There’s a part of me that wishes someone was traveling with me.
As I’m driving, there are things to photograph and notes to take; many things I
miss and don’t fully recall by the time I stop. I can’t take the time to stop
when I have these flashes of inspiration. For one thing, it’s dangerous on the
highway to randomly pull over and impossible on bridges. Plus, it would take me
forever to get from point A to point B if I stopped every time I got excited
over what I was seeing or wanted to write down thoughts or ideas.
I
can’t cover everything. There’s a huge amount of territory between here and
N.H. The landscape changes from the highway lined on both sides with palm
trees, live oaks, and other vegetation. There were bare limbed trees sprouting
new green leaves or red buds. Then it would change to open marsh lands along
creeks or rivers where, if I dared take the time, I could see miles across the
expanse.
Rte.
95 goes over most towns where there are exits. I get glimpses of the road below
which is often as straight as 95 in both directions. Sometimes there are stores
and businesses and in the bigger towns and cities, even those seem to go on and
on for awhile. When you think about it, our interstate systems are phenomenal.
The building of the major highways and bridges is mind boggling.
This
reminds me, I didn’t talk about driving through Jacksonville yesterday. For the
most part, Rte. 95 is straighter than straight. It’s miles and miles of
straight, fairly boring road. In Jacksonville, the speed limit drops to 60 and
the route winds above the city with long curves to the right, then curving to
the left. There are highways and ramps curving above and below on amazingly
tall concrete columns. It made me feel that I’m in some futuristic movie, but I
couldn’t look around; my focus had to be on the traffic and making sure I
stayed in the correct lane. I would have loved to get pictures of all that.
Today,
I plan on entering the historic district of Savannah. There are a couple of trolley
tours that caught my interest that sound similar to the Red Train Tour in St.
Augustine. As a matter of fact, one group is actually the same company as one
of the other St. Augustine tour groups, Old Town Trolley Tours. I like the idea
of having a number of stops where I can get off, wander around and then be able
to get back on later. I’ll go to the
visitor center to further my plans and buy tickets. I may even take a riverboat
cruise.
There
are Ghost Tours, too, at night. Savannah was voted one of the most haunted
cities in America. But being alone and not liking to be out after dark I won’t
be doing this tour.
There’s
a Comfort Inn & Suites in the downtown area and I’d like to book into that
for tonight and hopefully stay a couple of days. We’ll see how it goes.
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