Yesterday was a road day. We left Florida (after a quick stop at a Buc-ees, which, by the way, touted Texas Barbecue), made our way through the southeastern tip of Georgia, and cruised on into South Carolina.
Well, I should rephrase that. We cruised all the way “up to” South Carolina. And the moment we crossed the border … traffic shut down. When we finally got to the source of the situation, we were a bit surprised. Someone had been pulling a really nice pontoon boat. Apparently it tore loose from the trailer hitch and crashed into the ditch. No water there, Buddy. Sorry.
We tried to make the best of our long drive, noting differences in terrain mostly. When I wasn’t dozing off, we chatted about what we were seeing. For instance, in Georgia, we saw several billboards complaining that the tariff was actually a tax on groceries. Message paid for by none other than … the government of Canada. Georgia also had some pretty wildflowers. South Carolina’s claim to fame? Jesus billboards. Also, it looked very dry. I mean … Very dry. Except for the batches of wisteria growing wild and draped just about everywhere. Chris loved it.
We arrived in Charleston in time to make a quick run by the port where our “ cruise ship” (aka ferry) will take off at 10:45 this morning. We should be back sometime after one. Just in time to make it to our appointment at Firestone to have the oil changed. Only 17% oil life left. Definitely on its last leg. That appointment is at 3. Then we’ll decide whether to spend another night here or look for a spot somewhere down the road.
Deuteronomy 6:5 says, Love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your strength.
Father, help us find exactly where we need to be this morning. Amen.
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