This morning, about to leave, I could not help dwelling on the fact that it was going to be 10 solid hours of rain. Warm, but rain.
Then it hit me. WARM! Warm enough to take the direct route! The 77 route cuts a lot of time off, and it was warm enough to avoid the mountain snow storm risk, and avoid most of the heavy rain.
Now I am at a hotel in Georgia, 240 or so miles away from Daytona.
A fattening burger at the bar next door, a bit of TV and hopefully Marion will call to say how much she misses me.
A nights rest, and then off to the festivities tomorrow.
The temp, just before I pulled in for the night, was 72. AAAAAahhhhhhhh..........