Mondays meandering travels led from Pennsacola event to Scott L.a. across grasslands and vast estuaries seeing tracts of land that Garmin sweetly insisted we travel.
Several anxious minutes slogged by as we crossed bridges over diverted waters that formed rolling, whitecaps (surprising formerly dry trees) now neck deep, in the rushing water.
Continued on the way, driving, driving, Garmin insisting this turn and that, me in the lead… trusting but wondering at the technology that had replaced a map. Finally landed in Scott KOA (feet from the interstate) and fell into a deep, exhausted, sleep.