Valdosta, GA

The trees turn black, their branches and leaves no longer distinguishable, and the sky turns sapphire, letting us know that dusk has come.

Nightfall has come for the first time on the trip while still driving. We lost another hour crossing from Alabama into Georgia, arriving in the Eastern time zone. A late start also pushed us back an hour or two, but we made it to where we want to be, completely exhausted and ready to sleep.

We are in Valdosta, GA. I know little about this town, other than the fact that it probably has more hotels per capita than people living in it. This is apparent immediately as you exit the highway and are bombarded with a plethora of signs, each trying to sell you the "better" continental breakfast or high-speed wireless internet access. Not much more can be said about this place. It's merely another stop along the way.

The less sleep I get, the more my imagination runs rampant. The more it runs rampant, the more I fear I may start throwing fiction into the mix of things...

You may know what it's like to be so tired that the backs of your eyes feel hollow, bottomless, and almost painful. It's a wonder you still have the sense of vision given the fatigue you are experiencing. Imagine going to bed each night, eyes closed, but still blinking, trying to moisturize what has been sucked dry by frozen, stale air from the air conditioner. The acrid smell of feet rises from below the covers, suffocating you in your sleep. Just kidding about that last bit, but this is the feeling with which I have ended each day from the beginning of our trip.

The drive tomorrow will be the shortest yet, and we will finally arrive in Orlando.

Sorry for the lack of pictures, we were driving incessantly today.

-D