After a cold night at Camp Walmart, I headed for Florida. After crossing into Georgia, I ran into snow showers. I tried to get a picture, but the snow flakes didn't show up. Thankfully they didn't last long.
I saw a sign for the "Smallest Church in America" and decided to leave the Interstate (Georgia Exit 67) to see the church. It was built in 1949 by Agnes Harper, a local grocer. Ms. Harper wrote the deed for the church in the name of Jesus Christ. After Ms. Harper died, the church was maintained by Rev.G. W. Ward until he died in 1986. It was adopted by the McIntosh County Chamber of Commerce. I did a quick search on the internet and at 10'x15' it turns out it may be the third smallest church in America. There smaller ones in one in Yuma, AZ (9'x15') and one in Stanton, ND (8'x14'). There is another church that is nearly as small as these three near Festina, Iowa. If you want to read more about them go to http://www.seeya-downtheroad.com/ShortStories/SmallChurches.html. Another web site (http://www.roadsideamerica.com/set/church.html)list some 25 churches among the smallest. These will be on my list of places to visit.
South of Jacksonville, there were hundreds of turkey vultures soaring above I95 on both sides of the road and perched on the roof of a church. Sue sees them at home in our neighborhood alot. They congregate on house roof tops while some soar above the neighborhood. I used to think there was something dead in the area and they were waiting to snatch it, but I'm not so sure.
I pulled into Port Saint Lucie after dark to spend the night at Camp Walmart. Tomorrow, I'm going to visit my old buddy who retired to Florida at the end of last year.