A pretty orange trumpet vine and a species of greenbrier climbed into trees in several places. And, in spite of visiting here numerous times before, I discover to my amazement that the understory in the live oak forest we are walking through is primarily sweet gum. Alas, we must move on, must be home tomorrow night or miss school on Monday. By the time we reach the Georgia line, it is still spring-like in the warm late afternoon sun. Virtually any deciduous tree has at least progressed to the point where its buds were swelling.
Fields are brown, but the roadsides are turning green.
Another Shoney's for dinner. In Tifton, where we also fuel up. A long drive through the Georgia night commences. A brief rest stop on the north side of Atlanta, and then on to Cartersville, where we 'camp' at a Ho-Jo's motel. It is already the wee hours of tomorrow.