After a great rest day in Savannah, we left in the fog this morning. It was a little dicey getting out of town. It took about 20 miles before the fog lifted. And today we were once again on 17S. Sometimes there were shoulders but most of the time there were rumble strips or no shoulders. We are all a bit tired of 17S.
Today we stopped at the smallest church in the US. It really was a small church. There were seats inside for 12 parishioners. We also came across a couple fishing with their grandaughter. They had 6 or 7 poles dangling in the water. But I guess the catching wasn't very good because of the high tide last night. But the little girl was pretty excited when Hank gave her a package of M&Ms.
Remember the Kingston Trio song MTA? Well Ilze and I made up a song to that tune. Then Hank, Ilze, and I sang it at route rap tonight.
"Let me tell you a story of a man named Bubba
On 6 tragic and fateful days
He put his cue sheet in his holder
Kissed his wife and Robin
Went to ride on 17A.
Did he ever return
No he never returned
And his fate is still u learned (poor old Bubba)
He may ride forever on the rumble strippy shoulder
He's the man who'll never return."
On to Florida tomorrow.
Sent from my Verizon Wireless BlackBerry
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