Just after noon and a delectable french toast breakfast on Thursday, September 24 I crossed the Savannah River into Georgia, and completed the 75 miles from Yemassee to Statesboro (pictured) before darkness fell. It was a vividly bright, hot day, with temperatures reaching the mid-90's, one of the hottest of the trip so far. Within hours of crossing the Georgia state line the scenery changed from South Carolina's endless highcountry pine plantations to what appeared to be the subtropics. 80-foot-tall rainforest-like trees, flat-topped with mottled white bark and greenery only at the tippy-tops, lined area creekbeds and hanging moss abounded. Here I saw my first armadillo (roadkill, unfortunately, and the first of many I've seen since), and pretty, old plantation-style properties were decorated not with cattle herds but goats and miniature horses. I liked Georgia immediately.
I stayed in Statesboro for two nights in order to collect a package from UPS. The city is home to Georgia Southern University and, at 27,000 people, is the largest city I'd see in Georgia. Incidentally, I also at the cheapest breakfast of my trip yet here, an egg and cheese biscuit with a side of raisin toast for $1.10, including tax, at Waffle House. Amazing.
gotta love the awful waffle...try their grits sometime.
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