Sparks, GA

We have joined the cautious group of happy campers you see on the interstate, in the right lane, going 10 mph below the speed limit. Letting all the fanatics pass us by, we are learning a new method of driving. That method involves relying solely on exterior mirrors and interior cameras to get the big picture.

It was an easy drive to Sparks, GA, our first campsite of this September journey. Normally, 435 miles would be a half day on the road for us, but at 3:30pm, we checked into Reed Bingham State Park. After hooking up the shore power and water we praised the Lord for indoor plumbing. Drinks, salmon dinner and campfire at our tiny house. We're all in heaven, especially Solo.