Oh, and the signs continue. You can’t really tell by the photo but this big (at least 30 foot) neon sign advertising “Restaurant” is pointing directly to the ground. I thought it quite funny, what, are we underground dining now?
And, in case you’d like to know… “Marion County has a leash law and pets are not allowed to roam freely”. This is on a Billboard on the side of the Florida State Turnpike at about mile marker 344.2. Yes, mile markers are to the 10th of a mile up here. I suppose Marion County takes their leash law very seriously! Good to know…
Olaf was just telling me that he saw today for sale a hybrid bicycle for $449.00, hmmm, I’ll have to think about that one!!!
We filled up the gas tank at Love’s where we put in 60 gallons at Odometer reading 61818. The sunset was gorgeous over the rolling hills dotted with rolls of hay. (Sometimes I wax poetic but it doesn’t last long!). You just have to love the landscape of northern Florida. We’ve been on the road for over 5 hours and we’ll probably go another few hours before we pull in for the night. The kids are still riding beautifully, couldn’t ask for better than they are…especially when they can’t run and be free like they can before bed at home.
Wednesday Morning: We decided to pull off at the rest stop that John recommended. It was neat driving the winding little road back to the rest area and not having to sleep right there at the side of the highway. The sky was incredibly clear and the stars sparkled brightly in the sky but the noise was unbearable. Didn’t get much sleep but, today is a free day for us.
It seems Pensacola has been about 100 miles away FOREVER. Are we there yet? Olaf got up at 5am, got the kids out and we were on the road again by about 5:30. According to the GPS we should be in Hattiesburg by about 10:15. We only have 203 miles to go!
The sunrise in the rearview mirror was beautiful. I tried to get a photo of it but the focus just wasn’t picking up the horizon and I didn’t want to mess with manual focus… not on no sleep so… sorry, no sunrise this morning.
On the way toward the Georgia border there were many signs touting Pecans… on long trips your mind tends to wander… mine took me to: is it Pecan or Pecan… the pronunciations of Pecan like you are stuttering (p’con) or Pecan as in the convict in cellblock P (p-con). I realized that when I refer to the pie I say “p-con pie” and when I refer to the nut itself I say “a bag of p’cons”. So, this is where the mind wanders during long drives, kinda’ scary. Of course, I can’t say these things out loud… it would make for a very long trip for Olaf!
AH, we just passed a sign that indicates Pensacola is only 47 miles away… FINALLY!
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