We are at the Sebring Elks Lodge in Sebring, Florida (map). The property fronts on Jackson Lake, and we have a lakefront parking spot, which is actually quite picturesque.
Yesterday morning found us in the parking lot of a Sam's Club in Jacksonville (map). After leaving Monck's Corner, we continued along Alt-US17 and onto US17, which mostly follows I-95 within a mile or two either side. That provided us an opportunity to fuel up before leaving South Carolina, where fuel is considerably cheaper than either Florida or Georgia.
We popped onto I-95 briefly to bypass the sprawl of Savannah. On our last trip through, we had a very nice stop there with some good friends, but our timing was off for a visit this time, with firm flight reservations from PBIA. Just south of the city, we again reconnected with US17, which took us all the way through Georgia. We again picked up I-95 coming in to Florida and the Jacksonville sprawl, which we hit at the end of our travel day. The Sam's Club was within walking distance of an Olive Garden, which our regular readers recognize as one of our opiates.
Yesterday's drive continued on US17, along the west bank of the St. Johns River, which, south of Jacksonville, is really more like a lake (though it is, indeed, the St. Johns estuary). It was a very pretty drive, but, as we hit the outskirts of Orlando, we again opted for a freeway route, this time on I-4. We picked up US27 in Winter Haven, which brought us here to Sebring.
Today we will end up somewhere in the West Palm Beach area, within striking distance of the airport. This will give Louise an entire day to get ready for her trip -- laundry needs to be done, and packing, and I have at least one project that needs her assistance before she leaves.
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