It rained the entire time we drove through Georgia, not a small state. We always worry about getting through Atlanta, but it wasn't nearly as bad as some of the clogs we ran into. At time it rained so hard we could hardly see. I used my best driving-in-a-blizzard technique. I locked onto a set of tail lights in front of me and followed them blindly, hoping that they could see where the road was. There was enough traffic, that if everyone did that we were a giant train moving inexorably south. A break in the rain allowed us to have a quick lunch at a rest area, enjoying the gourmet sandwiches we bought ourselves last night. And we always stop at the Florida welcome center for a free class of freshly squeezed orange juice. The high point of our day. The pace picked up considerably once we left the traffic heading to the Gulf Coast, one of many reasons why we're glad we stay on the quieter coast.
All is well with the motor home and the executive suite, but we are surprised to need the A/C even in the evening. It's time to put shorts on once again. That is why we are here after all!