End of Beginnings

I’ve now been to Mississippi and Alabama, but it was in the dark, so I’m not really sure what they look like.  The interstate did have some cool bridges and go along the Gulf of Mexico for quite a stretch there.   

When we checked into the motel in Florida, the front desk clerk saw our credit card and asked if we were from the west.  His girlfriend (or former girlfriend) was from the area and hated that bank.  Oh well.   

We got to the Tampa area around the end of rush hour.  Lots of fun in a big truck.  But we made it and the new ward was here to help us unload, so we actually got to sleep on our own bed that evening.