Our original plan called for us to hit the road on the first day of spring. In reality we finally got going, fittingly enough, on April 1st.
We spent the morning saying goodbye to friends and family and (briefly) stopping buy a classic car show that happens once a month at a local coffee shop.
I wouldn’t say we stole the show, but we certainly dominated when it came to size. And hey, we even have a pretty much finished interior now.
We finally made it out of town at the crack of 2PM and drove a whooping 80 miles before pulling in to Raysville campground near the southern end of the massive lake that is the Savannah river.
If was an uneventful drive, the bus ran smooth and everything just worked for a change. For posterity’s sake I’d like to note that the person with the paper map drove straight there and the person with the GPS got lost twice. Relying on Google to navigate the back roads of the south is a recipe for disaster. There are now two paper maps and no GPS on our persons.
Raysville was nice and quiet. Or at least absent human noise. The Canadian geese roosting on the island just off shore from our campsite had frequent loud and rather involved conversations all night long. Still, it was lovely spot so we stayed a second night. A couple friends who’d been out of town when we said goodbye made the trek out from Athens the second day and spent the afternoon with us.
Mostly though we just played on the shore and got ourselves and all our clothes covered in good old red Georgia clay.