Gilbert’s Bar House of Refuge No. 2
We started our drive home from Florida this morning just like we started our trip down on Tuesday, under cover of darkness and in the rain. This morning’s rain did not rival Tuesday’s, but at times it still caused us to slow a little bit for safety (although quite a few fellow travelers didn’t subscribe to this theory.)
The rain mostly disappeared around Cape Canaveral at about the same time as the Purple Whale passed through it’s second milestone in a little more than a week at 37,000.
We had an early lunch at a Cracker Barrel just into the state of Georgia and we were making pretty good time until about 30 miles later when all three lanes of traffic came to a grinding halt. Unlike last time we stumbled onto an Interstate Parking Lot, this time we were just coming up to an exit. Donna crept the 1-1/4 miles to 36B and started our back roads journey about 60 miles sooner than planned.
We both agreed that it would be fine even if the detour took us an hour longer than it would have had we stayed in the crawling traffic, as traveling at 65 MPH was literally and figuratively 10 times better than 6.5 MPH.