I’ve decided I really don’t like Georgia, at least not so far. No offense to those who love it, but it’s not very RV friendly. I have yet to find a gas station where I can fuel up my rig and not worry about taking out a pump on my way out. Also, the highway signs are lacking pretty badly. I needed to stop outside of Atlanta so I could review the next part of my map; however, there were no signs telling me how close I was getting until I hit Atlanta and then it was too late. What signs I did see where so hidden by the woods that I could not read them at all.
On top of that, I hit this leg of my trip just as the sun was setting through construction and I could not figure out how to turn on my dashboard lights until I was damn near at the place I was going.
I was able to reach my Aunt and Uncles late last night and am safe and sound. The refrigerator stopped working somewhere along the road and my daughter is being a major pain in the butt, but all in all, everything is working out. Trying to get the RV out of here is going to be interesting. Pulling in was a breeze, pulling out on the other hand involves backing up at a strange angle to avoid ditches on both sides and a blind curve. But I don’t need to worry about that for a couple of days anyway.
My trip here was pretty easy as far as the drive goes. I stopped at a small rest stop somewhere in South Carolina and Bells went crazy at just the sight of the restrooms, but a nice attendant tried to help calm her down. It didn’t work but the attempt was greatly appreciated. Then we stopped at the Georgia welcome center and that was a nice time. We had to find our way to the building through a garden maze which was beautiful. And the inside was nice and open so Bella could run around a bit out of the heat.
I just found out that somewhere along the way my food storage flooded, so any food that was not 100% water tight is not trash. Pasta, oat meal, potato’s, everything in the frig and freezer all trash, half my food is ruined.