Day 118

Baked bugs.

That’s what we had today.

Thousands of them, squished all over the windshield, and baked by the relentless, unyielding, burning sun.

350 miles and fifty bugs for every mile!

In case you hadn’t guessed, it is love bug season in Georgia, and we have had every single one in the state splattered on the windshield, mirrors and all across the front of the Magic Bus.

Yes, finally a new name for the coach, one that is fitting coz it’s been a magic trip. Many apologies to The Who.

We enjoyed the campsite in Charleston, very clean and quiet, and left 30 minutes past our checkout time, being the rebels we are.

The sad news is that our odyssey is nearing an inevitable break, and we are heading back to the three H’s.

Hot, Humid, Houston.

We have small details to attend to, like earning some money for next year’s adventures, and major and minor maintenance to the Magic Bus.

It might be magic, but it is not miraculous, and won’t go on forever.

So, we headed west on highway 82, which for those geographic buffs, runs parallel to Interstate 10, but lots of miles further norther.

The road is four lanes, has very little traffic, and winds through some very pretty countryside. All the verges for miles and miles were freshly mowed, and well maintained. They must have known that The Hill Royalty was on the way!!

Every little town has its reduced speed limits, hoping to catch unwary travelers.

The signs right by the speed limits read “Speed checked by detection devices”

We wondered what else they could use to check speed, other than detection devices.

All answers on a post card to…………

Anyway, a very relaxing day.

We had a discussion on the pronunciation of one town name.

It was Ty Ty. How would you pronounce it?

As you can imagine, my guess was different from Marlipops, and wrong.

We stopped for the night 6 miles south of the town of Albany, Georgia, and hope to be on the road early.

Wildlife watch today was twenty million squished insects.