We stayed in Macon, Georgia last night, and we got gas this morning just north of Macon. This place seemed to represent all the worst parts of Georgia. The pumps were all old and decrepid. There was trash everywhere, including piles of clothes on the road. It was weird, almost surreal.
We headed north, through Atlanta and Chattanooga, to where we are, at some Shell station in Tennessee. Monkey's driving soon.
The adventure is continuing. I'm happy with the decision of skipping the Jack Daniels distillery, hoping to make St. Louis by the end of the day. With any luck, tomorrow morning we'll get to go up in the Arch, and we'll be rolling in to Denver Monday night.
I can't wait to road trip in the BattleWagon!