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Thursday April 8 started early, with a few clouds in the sky. PG went to the office, drank coffee, and ate a bowl of Raisin Bran. It had been at least 30 years since PG ate cereal, with milk, for breakfast. The choice was made to go to the hostel.
The hostel is a fine place.
At 1108 am, an early lunch was had at whataburger. This was a first time for PG at WB. The honda pointed in the direction of Jekyll Island, with Uzi volunteering to pay the five dollars. Before heading onto the causeway, PG turned onto a little road underneath the Sidney Lanier bridge. At the end of this road was a place where casino boats would dock.
There is no gas for sale on Jekyll Island, and PG carelessly did not buy any before driving there. This cut back on the amount of island exploration. Jekyll has a different feel than Saint Simons, with the beach road cutting through the dunes.
A parking spot was found, and, after the inevitable preparations, the walk down to the water was made. The crowd at Jekyll was still mostly families, although the Jekyll crowd was more overweight and less affluent than Saint Simons. Still, a beach is a beach, and it is tough to not have a good time.
At 149 pm, two gallons of gas were bought at a somewhat inflated price. The car went up hwy 17 to Darien, for one last bout of sight seeing. The old city jail is an art gallery/visitors center, and the lady working there was delighted to have some company. ” Have you been in jail lately?” she said, before going upstairs for a tour of the old lockup, now a history museum. There is a copy of the 1736 Darien petition…the Scots who founded the town made an effort to keep slavery out of the Georgia colony.
The “jail lady” told PG where the town square was, but he misunderstood what she said, and headed back over the Altamaha river. Uzi had gotten a big map of Georgia, which remained on his lap for the rest of daylight. He found a road that would economically go back to 341, and take us back home.
335 pm. The gas tank is filled in Jesup. The trip mileage is estimated to be 29 mph. The road points north and west, and a cd by Peter Paul and Mary is played. The clouds at the end of the road get darker and darker, until the storm runs into the slackmen full force. The drivers windshield wiper, which had been wearing out, got much worse very quickly, with a string of black rubber flapping in the breeze. A decision was made to replace it.
454 pm. The slackmen stop at the Walmart in Hazelhurst GA. A replacement guide shows that the drivers blade is 26″, while the riders blade is 18″. The rain has dropped off while the parking lot becomes a repair garage. After much fussing and cussing, the old blade is pulled off. After even more brain damage, the new blade is installed, and the road is again under the honda.
The rain comes and goes the rest of the time on hwy 341. Hawkinsville is passed at 704 pm, and dinner is taken at the hong kong buffet in Perry. Traffic is reasonable the rest of the way home, and Uzi is delivered to his home at 1030 pm.