Fortunately we left with a full tank of gas! Gas stations either had no gas, or they had enormous lines. When we got off of I 95 in Melbourne, we needed gas, though we had about 75 miles to go before empty. As we turned off there were several gas statiomns,all of which had long lines. Then on the left there was a Mobil station with open pumps and available gas! Totally amazed, we pulled in and filled up!
We arrived at Kate and Jerry's and hung out for a spell, then went to bed. It was a long day on the road and sleep came easy.
We were off the next day fairly early and we're very grateful for Kate and Jerry's kind generosity!
At first the roads were normal. We scooted across the state to I 75. Before we knew it traffic was back to being the sludge it was the day before. This went on and on. We get a break and suddenly we'd be going 70 MPhil for fifteen minutes. Yay! It was over and moving normally! Then, for no reason at all it was back down to 10 MPhil again!
Finally, I got the idea to try Rt 41. Rt 41 was one of those highways that was used before the interstates existed. It wasn't too far away either, only a few miles west of us.. we took that option and I wished I'd thought of it earlier! Smooth sailing, save for one minor glitch which we bypassed.
By the the time we rolled into Georgia it was getting time to call it quits for the day. Not long after Valdosta, we could see that I75 was moving again, so we hopped on. Finding lodging was virtually impossible. Dani must have made rwenty calls, to no avail. After what seemed like eternity, I spotted a run down joint. We pulled in and they had a room,
To call this place a Shithole would be a complemvent. Apparently, it had been abandoned for quite some time. Someone bought it and had plans of restoring it. In the room we had, the carpets were discolored and rippled. The metal trim ring around the sink was rusted, as was the coat rack. We had a lot of fun texting pictures to our friends and commenting back and forth with all sorts of humorous comments which went on for some time. It succeeded in relieving the stress of the situation.
The bed however was large and clean. We slept well and left in the darkness of 6am. Driving up I75 the entrance and exit ramps were lined with cars. These were those not as fortunate as we were. Without finding available lodging these unfortunate people were left no other option, but to sleep in their cars.
The ride from the file bag hotel to our destination in Harrison, Tennessee the GPS told us would take five hours. Again, there were far more license plates from Florida, than there were from Georgia, and this followed suit right through Atlanta!
Above Atlanta the Florida tags dissipated and Georgia tags were prominent. We crossed into Tennessee and reached our destination at our friend Danny Lynn's home in Harrison, Tennessee at 3pm, four hours later than the GPS estimated for that day's stretch.
The first stage of the exodus was complete for us. It must be noted though, at this point Hurricane Irma had yet to hit our little Island home a thousand miles away.
The generosity of Danny Lynn and his girlfriend Leather Moss On Shields has been second to none. They've opened up their home to us and welcomed us with open arms. We are very, very fortunate!
To be continued in the next blog.