For something scary, let's talk about bridges. Besides the part where those civil engineers were obviously trying to build straight to heaven (because that's the only way those folks are getting in, have you seen the roads they build?!), the lifting parts of the bridges were strange. In that they were made of bricks. Bricks?! Perhaps this was a deal worked out between them and the alligators, I didn't want to know.
But we saw other interesting things as well. Like, Jeanie's Cat House. Wouldn't you know it, not a whore house (or strip club). Damn. And then there was Carolina Girls. Again, not a strip club.
At one point down a two lane stretch of highway I didn't know the speed limit. The last sign I saw said 35, but this clearly should have been 55. So I was doing 62 (my standard 7 over). Miles go by. Now a Trooper is going the other way. In my rear view mirror I now see his lights. Damn.
But I can't tell if he's pulled around to come get me or not. I keep driving. I still see his lights. This goes on for awhile. Now I see a sign - Avon 2 miles. Hmm, wonder if I can get there before he catches me? Worth a shot. Now I think I see his lights coming after me, but it seems as if he can't get around traffic to come get me.
We're cruising now. Finally I make the border and pull into this hammock store (we've seen billboards for this since Raleigh). I sneak the car behind a truck, wake Chris up, jump out and run into the store. Yeah, I'd suck as a real criminal. Chris is just happy to be looking at things to make him comfortable sleeping, so no arguments there.
But here's the deal. The sign says "No shirt, No Shoes, No Problem" and the prices for these hammocks were outrageous, so what would you assume? Exactly, but no, not a strip club. So we left. The US Post Office? Not a strip club. Well, damn it all to hell, what kind of vacation spot is this anyway?!