After New Orleans, we sped through a blur of states: the remainder of Louisiana, small chunks of Mississippi and Alabama, followed by the panhandle of Florida and a portion of Georgia. We covered long distances, the longest being 446 miles in one go, punctuated only by fast food and motels that no longer seemed exciting.
The terrain was mainly swamps and marshes, with lots and lots of trees, green ones!
Once we hit Interstate-95, it really felt like we were home. Despite being 853 miles from New York, we were back on the East Coast, and within sight of the Atlantic – the ocean next to which Daniel and I both grew up.
Here are some photos of the girls, probably in the parking lot of a Waffle House, our new favorite fast-food chain. Their staff is super-friendly, they serve pretty decent coffee and their pecan waffles are the best. Did I mention the grits?
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