I was not even sure this trip to Florida was going to happen because I had to report to jury duty on Monday. We had scheduled our first day of vacation on Tuesday because I am the president of our guild which met that Monday night. So at 8am I reported for jury duty. First thing in the morning the woman in charge called out a bunch of people from the group. There were about ten of us left. So we sat and sat. We went to lunch and sat some more. Finally at 4:30pm a jury was picked and I was let go. Yippee! I didn't have to postpone my vacation. I went home, got my stuff for guild, did my thing there, came home and packed. Whew! what a day.
Tuesday morning at 5am we hit the road. First state we passed through was South Carolina.(no photos)
Next state, Georgia. My turn to drive. If you look close along the horizon you can see Stone Mountain which is one of Georgia's famous sights to visit.
Check out the traffic! Always lots of traffic going through Atlanta.
Downtown Atlanta.
Next state Alabama.
This was the view from the rest stop near Eufaula, Alabama.
Almost there. Finally came to the Florida state line.
About 12 hours later we arrived at my mom's house. Those 12 hours included a couple of stops to eat and stretch. It was so good to see my mom, it had been way to long. My dad had passed away from cancer 20 years ago and my mom has since remarried. He is a good guy.
Next morning Mr. P. and I got up to spend a day at the beach. My mom lives approximately 30-40 minutes from the beach. We decided to take the scenic route. The south is known for its moss covered trees. Here are photos of the bay.
We visited some antique stores while downtown. I love taking photos of old movie theaters.
After doing a little shopping we continued toward the beach. We have to cross the bay by this bridge. The original bridge was taken down several years ago. That old bridge was a little scary to cross.
The route has changed a little to make the traffic flow smoother but not quicker in the summer time. Then it is bumper to bumper traffic. That tall building did not used to be there either. To the right is the neighborhood I used to live in. Mr. P. lived there too and that is where we met. We went to high school together.
Tomorrow I will share some sights from the beach and the next post I will share some quilty stuff.
With Passion,
Carrie P.
