I thought the last motel I wrote about pretty much took the prize, but the adventure continues. The next night, we rolled into a motel in Christiansburg, Virginia, and the sign outside said "Welcome, Hokie Lovers."  Never did figure out what that meant. After supper across the road at a Cracker Barrel restaurant (vegetables so overcooked they just dripped through the fork, gray mashed potatoes, no alcohol), we ran back across the highway and flopped on the nice big bed to watch tv. I thought I'd wash my face, which was when we found out there was no hot water. We ended up packing up and changing rooms.

Next, a full day of Interstate 84, 81 and 77 at 70 miles an hour. I find that wearing. We opted to round out our motel extravaganza at Eulonia, Georgia. Had a lovely chat with Linda at the desk (she raised five babies, her own and her grandkids, and then a looong tale about the youngest and his pregnant girlfriend and the wedding which just wasn't happening). She coughed up a senior's discount (they were desperate - we were the only guests) and sent us down to Room 129, which, it turns out, was not made up. Back to the desk, and on to room 121. 

We thought it was kind of smelly, but left the door open and took chairs outside to enjoy the sunshine. By dark, we were inside and with our eyes stinging and throats closing up, Randy was speculating about sleeping in the car. I found Linda again, and it was back to Room 129. Turns out, the place had been closed up, leaking and marinating for five years, and they'd just opened up 121. The place should just be bulldozed. The interior doors didn't close, and the sheets wouldn't stay on the beds. Soon as we lay down, the bottom sheet popped off the mattress. We were gone at dawn. 

Okay, enough. We are now very comfortably placed in Green Cove Springs Inn. Very clean, very pleasant, and we're figuring out how to feed ourselves without a kitchen. Buying packaged food I would never consider at home, full of chemicals and wrapped and packaged to the nth degree. So much garbage involved. I bought a loaf of multigrain bread that has 62 ingredients listed on the package! WTF?!!

We've visited Nancy Dawson twice, and they're moving her to the work yard this afternoon. No big surprises - lots of dirt, flaking varnish and paint. I was up the mast this morning in the cold wind to disconnect the triatic stay and the wind generator. I'm assuming that's the last time I'm going to be doing that. Masts will come out for repair to the mizzen, and lots of sanding and varnishing to follow. 

I'll post photos when work commences.