7 October 2017
I feel badly about getting Stephen and Jimmie up so early, but I needed to get off early in order to make a lunch date at Hilton Head Island. Jimmie fixed me a bagel and after excellent directions from Stephen, I was on the road by 6:30am.
I had followed Stephen’s directions to I73 which led to I74, which led to I95 and was on my way to Ashboro when my GPS said traffic jam ahead and did I want to re-route? Against better judgement, I said yes and I was soon directed to back roads through back towns for what seemed forever. I was finally routed to I95 which would lead me to the Hilton Head Island exit.
I’ve decided to name my GPS lady Cassandra since she prophecizes doom and I usually ignore her.
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They treated me to lunch at their club and I had an excellent seafood chowder and a Ruben. I’ll have the other half of the Ruben for dinner tonight. It was good to catch up with them and get first hand accounts of their trip.
After a wonderfully leisure lunch, I dropped them at home and headed to Brunswick, GA for the night. I’ll make the final leg of the trip home tomorrow.
This has been a great trip and a much needed break from iguanas and hurricane Irma. Tomorrow begins the battle anew.
