Since Florida was not our main goal we just spent the night at De Funiak, Fl. It is a resort-like place that snowbirds choose to utilize. People are some of the friendliest we have ever met. They seemed to go out of their way to say hi and make you feel accepted. But we drove on the next day and arrived in Pelham, GA to spend a few days with Mac and Mary.
We met Mac and Mary on our very first caravan and became fast friends, we have not seen them since then but being with them again was like having never been away. We took off just as we had never parted. Mary fixed us one of the best dinners we have ever had. When you visit in the south you are asked if you have eaten yet and then fed a feast. Better show up hungry is all I can say.
We stayed at their place, they had hooks-ups for us but all we needed was some electricity. Next day we toured Pelham, where they live, Meigs, GA where Mac was raised, Thomasville, GA where we had lunch and gossiped and just had fun. Mac and Mary are as enthusiastic about Georgia as we are about California. Therefore we had a great tour. We visited a plantation named Pebble Hill and drove by several others. Just never enough time.
Our first night it was warm, not nearly as cold as we had had up 'til now. Second night it was flat hot and by our third night it was cold. The whole trip has seen warmer than usual weather. Seems the whole nation is in a drought.
By evening Mac had arranged a "Red-neck" BBQ for us. I think we California folks were on display. Well, we met kinfolks, lifelong friends and family. Since, I don't think, anyone will ever think we are not red-neck material I hope we held our own. These were some of the nicest people you would ever want to meet and all made "Southern Hospitality" a verb! We loved it and had a great time.
Next day we drove to through Tallahassee, Florida on our way to Shell Point where M & M have the cutest little beach house you have ever seen. For interests sake, Tallahassee is like Sacramento but with hills. After we got back we had supper. Dinner is supper and lunch is dinner in the south.
Next day, the 25th we headed for Jekyll Island, which is where this is being typed.
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| Shirley, Mac and Mary |
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| How's this for a tree? At Pebble Hill. |
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| Gotta have flowers even in Feb. |
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| Ussens. |
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| Spanish Moss is all over the south. |
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| All y'all. |
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| Couldn't resist this shot. |
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| Pebble Hill. |
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| M & M in front of their "farm." |
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| Mary, Sue and son Glenn |
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| Some of the "red-neck" girls. |
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| This is one of the boars that did not get away. |
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This is for sure a hunting lodge.
See Ya! Barry and Shirley |