Day 6

         I woke early and loaded up my stuff while the rest of the house slept, and true to form I missed some stuff, nothing important; bath soap and my little coffee maker. Dennis you guys enjoy that coffee maker it should do you just fine when it’s just you and Noi again. I got myself a new one already.

        For you route freaks I took 231 N out of Panama City to 20 E that took me to Tallahassee where I found 319 N and headed to Thomasville Georgia. There I hopped on 84 E and headed toward Savannah. I must say my Zumo 550 has worked out flawlessly. Whenever I get close to where I think I should stop for the day I just punch up RV/Campground and Bam there is a list complete with phone numbers and mileage. You can’t beat that with a stick. So I am scootin down the road singing at the top of my lungs Ray Charles’ Georgia on my Mind. It goes without saying it is a good thing no one can hear me sing! But I just couldn’t help myself, cool morning, smooth roads, and the smell of fresh pines, who wouldn’t sing?

        Somewhere around Du Pont, Ga., I stopped for gas and found a fresh vegetable stand and bought myself some tomatoes. Boy was they good! I figured that I’d stop for the night about half way to my next destination about a 300 mile day. In Homerville, Ga., I stopped at the Huddle House Restaurant for lunch. Now let me just say I was very pleased with the food and the service, I think lots of locals eat there often. One of the nice things about eating in a small diner is unlike a big store where you might have 30 checkouts and only 2 open they only had 1 register and four waitresses. And every one of them was smiling and friendly.

         The reason I brought up the Huddle House wasn’t just the great dining experience but because here I found something I had hoped was still alive and well in America. A gentleman came in and sat down at the counter and struck up a conversation with me about where I came from and where I was going and why, after I told my story he wished me well and hoped I’d have a safe trip. Without any fanfare or need of personal recognition he quietly motioned for the waitress and told her he was getting my bill, the mark of a true southern gentleman.     When I went to pay I was informed that the man had taken care of it for me. I know to some it might not seem like such a big deal, but my friends when was the last time you witnessed this event in your life? I know all the folks there in Homerville know who this man is and I would like for them to shake his hand again for me and let him know that his seemingly small act of kindness meant a great deal to man that is trying to heal. Thank You Sir.

        Shortly after leaving the diner I punched in RV/Campground and 30 miles up the road is Happy Acres Resort just outside of Screven, Ga. Now how could you not stop at a place called happy acres? I’m having a hard time sleeping tonight for some reason, which is why I’m writing this at 2:00am. I don’t know why I just don’t feel tired, I did take a nap after I sat up camp and took a shower. Perhaps I can sleep some more before morning. I am going to try to take more photos from now on as I travel down the road. Sorry I only have two for this post.

From somewhere on the backroads,

The Demonmaster