We got to sleep in a little bit this morning, though the sleep was not uninterrupted. These cabin mattresses are mattresses in the loosest sense of the term. One of the standout events of the early morning was that as I wandered down the winding trail to the bath house, the rain waited until I was halfway along to let loose and render me uncomfortably damply clad.
We had a catch-as-catch can breakfast (granola bars! fruit in Jell-O! bananas! Yes, we are health nuts) and hit the road again a little after 8, after we had purchased a few postcards and consumed life-improving free coffee in the camp office.
This would prove to be one of the less-exciting portions of the trip, as the day was consumed in a great deal of driving. Bleh. We did listen to one of the boys' favorite books on audio CD--Hank the Cowdog in the Case of the Tender Cheeping Chickies. It was very amusing and helped the time pass.
We stopped for lunch in Dothan, Alabama, whose claim to fame is being located within the region where the majority of the States-grown peanuts are farmed. There were supposed to be a few peanut-related attractions, such as the gold peanut in front of the Information Center, a monument to George Washington Carver, and statuary peanuts decorated and gracing various points in town.