Atlanta to Jackonsonville, Fla.

Steve, I did not actually see any of the afore mentioned residents. I'm regurgatating info from a resident who lives in a gated community on Dunwoody Crossing about 2 blocks off I 285. I apologize if I tooks things in a bad context! Monday in Atlanta, it rained cats and dogs!!!!. I performed some necassary maintenance and read a lot of my book and played around with routes to Jacksonville, Fl. when I cuold find a wireless connection. Lots of folks out there have unsecured routers.
Wednesday the weather had cleared up, so after a nice fancy omelet cooked by chef Roy, I packed the bike and rushed on to I 285 east that circles Atlanta and turned off on Hwy 78 towards Stone Mountain, Ga. Nice ride, 65 mph. I passed Monroe, Ga. and headed south on SR 83 south. This was a really nice 2 lane road that I really enjoyed riding. This road runs into Hwy 441 south and this one hooks into hwy 1/23 south that got me real close to Jackonsville, Fl. I stopped and manipulated Judy Garmin. I had entered the GPS coordinates to Pleican Grove RV park on NAS Mayport. Judy always tries to find the best rout but she attempted to take me through a private for pay park that had a back entry to Mayport. I got good directions from the gate attendent. Finally found the RV park with the help of Marines at the front gate. Found a nice tent site and set up camp before the sun went down. I had journied 346 miles this day and the sun sets early. I walked over to the shoppette and restocked with food items and some Jim Beam for a sleep aid.
The only other people camping were Jeff and Midge. Jeff is retired Army. He and his wife have been camping in tents for the past 5 years, spending alotted time in warm areas in the southeast. Nice people and Jeff had good stories about serving with CIA and Air America in Vietnam. Honest folks also. I had left my address book on a bench and Jeff returned it to me and asked if I needed any more beer. Midge was one of the first people I met in camp. She offered to make me a meal. She is originally from Houston and she had a lot of interesting stories about growing up in that area. I don't think they own any shoes as they both went barefoot or wore shower sandals.
Got up early the next morning to break camp and Midge offered me some tasty hot links wrapped in tortilla sheels that were dripping cheese. I declined the offer and got on the road to Satelitte Beach, Fl.