Greetings from Fayetteville, North Carolina. We departed our apartment at 7:00 a.m. in the dark and arrived here at 7:00 p.m. with daylight still lingering. Progress was twice slowed by accidents up the road; once by a car towing a boat on a trailer that flipped over. This boat has now acquired many major leaks. The second delay was caused by a truck that left the road and came to rest about fifty yards into the center valley separating lanes. He traveled this stretch at high speed with both feet pressing the brakes judging by the depth and flare of the furrows his wheels left in the grass.
Amazingly these were the only two mishaps in a journey through Florida and Georgia characterized by widespread mental deficiency in vehicular management. Of particular note were a number of motor cycle operators who show-cased their daring by weaving through 75-mile-per-hour traffic at over 100 miles per hour. We presumed they did not wear helmets due to lack of material requiring protection.
Upon entering South Carolina we stopped and rested. Later, when resuming our journey, we found the road agreeably less crowded and more moderately traveled. Perhaps during my nap the post Spring Break crowd had hurtled themselves to infinity and beyond.
After checking in to the Country Hearth Motel here, which is acceptably pleasant, we went for a meal at the Cracker Barrel, a meal that was an abomination of sufficient severity to inspire a resolve never again to usher our empty stomachs into one of these establishments.
On the plus side, today we traveled approximately 635 miles out of a total of 1540. We deem this to be reasonable progress.
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