For much of my traveling in the United States, I want to avoid interstates. I made my first such drive for part of the way down to Florida, driving from Savannah, Georgia to Jekyll Island on highway 17, making a 2 hour trip into about 6 hours (with stops).
Driving the smaller roads, I got to watch the roadside change slowly from the green entanglement of South Carolina into the Spanish Moss filled trees and the black water swamps choked with palm fronds. I passed a field filled with dead black sunflowers, taller than I am, with their dark heavy heads nodded. I saw a trailer surrounded by junk with a giant arrow shaped sign out front like you would see in front of a store only this time the sign said No Trespassing. I saw a yard with two small sized trees whose branches held glass bottles of many different colors and they glowed in the sun. I drove past the “Betch-Yers Bar and Grille” the “Hair 4 U salon” and the “Great Swamp Baptist Church.” I walked down an old decommissioned bridge and startled a scruffy otter and then I chased the birds on the Georgia coastline. Just outside of the “Friendly People Town”, I passed “Big Ass Farm”. I occasionally drove down random roads and took random pictures of places not noted in guidebooks or even the internet. I had a lovely, lovely drive.
