When I got her home, I started loading her up with all “THE STUFF”, enough clothes to last a month, except we were only going for a little over a week. More food than you could eat in a month, also. “Just in case”, I thought.
I checked the air in all the tires. Checked the oil. Filled up the water tank. Gave her a good bath.
I think we should be ready to go in the morning.
We got on the road around 9:00. Made it about an hour. Had to make my first pit stop. (Hey, remember, we’re grannies).
Back on the road. Got on 95 South. Poor Agnes, this part of 95 through South Carolina is awful!! I thought sure she was going to fall apart. Every time we hit a pothole I could just feel everything cracking. She was getting beat to death. I thought, “never again. I’ll find another way to go”.
We finally made it into Georgia after a couple of quick stops here and there. I wanted to keep moving so we could get to Florida as soon as possible.
It was getting late when we finally got into Florida so I decided to stop off at a Walmart just outside of Jacksonville for the night. It wasn’t in the best area though, but I was too tired to go any further.
Stay tuned for Day 2.