The final day of my current trip and I afforded myself the luxury of sleeping in and left at 8:30. With the liberal estimates for my driving and opting to skip breakfast in Orlando, I knew I had plenty of extra time to get to the airport.
This was by far the longest single and uneventful stretch of freeway that I’ve covered, upon which I only stopped a couple of times for fuel and food. Signs for boiled peanuts were again appearing but this time accompanied with ‘Gator heads’ and ‘Oranges’. Funny that I associate oranges with Florida, yet only see freeway stalls and signs for them, in Georgia. This stretch, took a total of eight hours to get to the outskirts of Atlanta from the motel and unfortunately, landed me in the area at the start of afternoon traffic. Summising that trying to exit the freeway for downtown to visit the Martin Luthor King memorial, was commuting suicide, I took the alternate route around Atlanta and headed for my other itinerary location, of Stone Mountain.