On The Road to Atlanta

First things first--this morning we checked in for our room last night. Thanks to Brian Cox, manager of America's Best Inn, for such warm hospitality. He turned a European ski trip into a hotel management career at which he is very good. Saying goodbye to Brian we began the long drive to Atlanta. 

North Florida rest stops are quite nice with clean restrooms and plenty of picnic tables. But Reese and I were reluctant, desperate and brief visitors after seeing the sign "WARNING: BEWARE OF POISONOUS SNAKES." Sure didn't lolligag there. 

South Georgia featured miles and miles of cotton fields. And countless billboards advertising adult businesses. We also noticed a lack of trucks on the road. Not sure if there is any relationship here. Just a curious coincidence. 

Our hotel challenges continued in Atlanta. We arrived at the Ramada about 5:30, stepped into the lobby and faced a line to the registration desk that wound completely around the lobby. We took our place at the end of the line and after moving just a few feet in 45 minutes, decided to walk down the street to the Braves game. 

I should mention here that Reese and I have specific criteria for what constitutes a ballpark visit including a photo in front of the stadium and a number of different entries in our scorebook. Our "official" and 31st ballpark visit occurs on Monday night when the Braves play the Pirates. Can't wait.