The Eve of the Penultimate Day
A long day of mainly driving. The goal was to clip some distance from our ultimate goal (home) and to get to the last couple of exciting sites that we had planned to see on this trip.
But there is always something worth mentioning along the way. Like this boat "passing" us on the road. Frosty's comment: "How slow are we driving when a boat passes us—on a road?"
State No. 13!
I like all those s's. (Here is one case where apostrophe-s can be used to indicate plural, for clarity's sake...)
Soon after entering Mississippi, we crossed the (muddy) "Mighty Mississippi River."

State No. 14:
There was a town in Alabama that made me sing:
"Bessemer, bessemer mucho..." (I know only a few people will get this, but there it is. OK, I'll clarify: there's this old song that goes "Besame, besame mucho." Just that.)
Something fun on the road...don't know what it is...
At the end of the day, we looked for a steak place. This is what was recommended. The recommender did not know me. Roadhouse. Hmm. Loud, spicy, bombastic. "Western." Not complaining, just saying.
ALABAMA: AVE MARIA GROTTO
GEORGIA
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