|Thing on the wall of a Florida rest area|
One, it was not. The temperature was in the thirties by about 09:00 and didn't go anywhere much except up for most of the day. After an hour my water bottle was the temperature of bath water, so I was obliged to keep stopping at the rest areas to refill it from a handy drinking fountain. Florida rest areas do have these funky automatic windscreen washers though; you just drive over a switch which triggers an absolute deluge. Make sure the roof is up before using one.
No, I didn't.
|Proof that I have been in Alabama|
Thing three: on arrival in the outskirts of Mobile I am halfway down an off-ramp when the heavens open; by the time I've got the roof up everything is rather damp. Especially me. Bah!
Thing four: I left the Babage-Engine running while I went out for some dinner. When I got back it appeared to have died on its arse, but I think it was more likely the somewhat precarious combination of gadgetry connecting it to the mains as a bit of poking and prodding seems to have restored it to rude health once more.
The good news: I have cold BEER. Tomorrow it's back to I-10. There's only about twenty miles of Alabama left, after which it's going to be a case of playing "Dodge the mess left by Hurricane Isaac". I f the Lake Pontchartrain causeway is closed, I shall be most put out.
And another thing. Parked just over the road from the motel is this:
|A big boat, yesterday|