Chris and I talked about the weather forecast for Tuesday and decided to push for home, even though it meant that we'd miss a visit with one of our favorite people. Sorry to miss another of those impromptu feasts, Joya.
TC was right, by the way. The attached restaurant was a disappointment. You can't spend a week in New Orleans and Savannah without having the culinary bar set pretty high, and a hash-slinger joint attached to a motel probably won't stand much chance. But we were trapped. The only other choice within walking distance was a Texaco station, and I don't think we could make a meal out of Hostess Fruit Pies.
Mileage on Sunday was 466. We're back at the Pomeroy Estate after riding 547 miles through Richmond, Baltimore, Wilmington, and Philadelphia. The only snarl we managed to miss was Washington DC.
This won't be the last post in this blog. We still have some stories to tell and images to post. Home safe.
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George and Chris, I've thoroughly enjoyed traveling vicariously with you via motorcycle. I hope to hook up with you both within the year when I take advantage of my free round trip ticket, and look forward to meeting you, George. And I second Kay's motion: maybe you have TWO single brothers! Thanks for the ride, Charlie
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