"Just an old sweet song
keeps Georgia on my mind"
We crossed the Chattahoochee River this morning and we are now in Georgia. Georgia has been on our mind since March 19, 2008, when we took our first step east from Capistrano Beach, California. This is our 9th and final state to walk in. I can almost smell the salt sea air at Brunswick, GA.
It was very cold when we started walking this morning, 38 degrees. John and I both had heavy coats on. Within less than a mile, we were walking among beautiful anti-bellum houses in Eufaula. Some of these houses are stunning.
On we walked on the Jefferson Davis/Martin Luther King, Jr. Memorial Highway. I see some irony here, what a difference a 100 years makes.
Across the Chattahoochee and we are in Georgia. Just across the bridge, we stopped at a Sunoco station. An older man and a young east Indian were there. After we told them what we were doing, the east Indian man said that on 3 different occasions, he had walked from his village, in India, to another village, 140 miles away.
On we walked. We came to a crew applying hot tar, gravel and finally hot asphalt to the highway. We met, Frank, one of the guys that holds the "Slow/Stop" sign. He was amazed at what we were doing and agreed to pose for a photo.
Carol was waiting at mile marker 10. We found a spoon, a bandanna and .15 cents. Stay tuned ...
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