We got off at 9:30 this morning, but not without incident. We forgot our Airstream doormat, which was on a picnic table drying from the previous night's disaster. Others found it and by very circuitous handoffs we should receive it back about March or April.
Then, perhaps an omen, I nearly clocked a pelican as we drove off the island. He was flying crosswise to us at low level, passing not too many feet in front of our truck.
We drove south on I-95 and eventually picked up I-10 heading west through Florida. We decided to change to Hwy 20, which had been suggested to us as more interesting. This narrower road dropped our driving speed by about 10 MPH but we thought it might be worth it, and then all traffic came to a halt. Ahead of us was a spilled motorcycle, nobody around, and maybe 200 yards on was a car crosswise to the road and something in the street. By the time we abandoned hope of forward, we had lost maybe an hour and had to retrace our steps back to I-10 in order to resume our journey west. We drove until 6:30 PM, far later than we intended, and spent the night in a Wal-Mart parking lot about an hour short of Pensacola.
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