After six beautiful days at Indian Pass, we said goodbye to Wendy and Carl and hit the road by 8:30. Trying to avoid the interstates as much as possible we drove across southeastern Georgia, through some classic Southern towns lined with live oak trees covered in Spanish moss. Passed lots of roadside stands selling Tupelo honey, peanuts, pecans, & shrimp.
| Courthouse in Quitman, Georgia |
Stopped in Valdosta for a delicious fried chicken lunch. We arrived at Skidaway Island State Park, which is just south of Savannah around 5:30 PM. Our mileage for today was 370. The high temp was 82, and the sky was blue all day long. The campground was beautiful, and immaculate, clearly reinforcing our feeling that Georgia has the best state campgrounds.
Dinner was at the campsite, nothing fancy, just peanut butter, saltines, and a glass of milk for me. Joni opted for a more traditional PB&J sandwich. Having suffered from the Southern version of Montezuma's Revenge for the past two days, the bland menu was welcome.