Bertha made only a couple little burps along the road today so I have my fingers crossed that the crisis has passed. I'm overnighting near Tifton, Georgia...home of the infamous billboard that a farmer erected in his field which said "I apologize to the world that I voted for Jimmy Carter." It's also apparently the peanut capital of the world, so they've got all kinds of things going for them. ;)

It was difficult for me to get back on the road today. One of the truly lovely aspects of this trip has been meeting so many interesting and kind and odd and generous and ... people. Yes, I've met many, many different types but I won't list them all. :p The folks I just tore myself away from in lu-Fet were some of the best -- truly gracious hosts who couldn't have made me feel more at home.

I'm headed to Florida, despite earlier reservations about entering the land of perpetual humidity. There were just too many days before I have to be in Atlanta not to take advantage of some more opportunities, so off I go. Who knows what the next couple weeks will hold, but I'm fairly certain I won't be joining any retirement communities. ;)