1400 or so miles later...

 
The sum total of yarncraft completed on the road trip. 

I think we can safely say daily blogging and completed sweaters this month are out the window. When November began I hadn't planned on driving from Miami to Connecticut, or having a rather large and personable dog join the menagerie here, so, really, no complaints, the window has some fine if unexpected, views, along the road.

 

Bobo keeping an eye out from the motel in Georgia

 Bobo was a model backseat passenger, and those hours of togetherness let me really bond.

 

Obligatory posed photo of big boy, big dog and really big old tree. Brunswick GA

Leo was good company too. I was tickled to realize that Bobo the American Bulldog is a version of  Chance, from an old fave movie Homeward Bound, a 90's kidflick with Michael J Fox as the voice. I already told Bobo under no circumstances is he to take a cross country journey with an elderly golden retriever and a haughty cat.

Our theme, aside from driving hella fast, was grazing north.

In Florida, roadside citrus.In Brunswick Georgia, we got an inside scoop of favorite shrimp boats. We left town with five pounds of just caught shrimp on ice. 

  

Sub-theme, blue eyed bulldog mixes. I know: weird. This is QBall the shrimp dock dog. 

Further north in South Carolina, on this porch, we discovered a LOVE for boiled peanuts (edemame-ish) and in a thank-god-they-do-not-sell-these-up-north way munched on deep fried peanuts.  You eat them shell and all. Sort of like a peanut wrapped in a kettle cooked potato chip. Also, thumbs up to benne wafers. And peach cider.

See what I mean, another blue eyed fellow, Bobo romped with him outside the peanut place.

At lunch, still further north, Leo polished off the $3.89 lunch special: 2 pieces of homefried chicken, bowl of rice with gravy and peach cobbler.  (That really is $ 3.89, not missing a 1 in front.)

 

Spanish moss, Hipstamatic style. Psychedelic, baby!

 

Spanish moss, regular camera. Still kinda trippy, doncha think?

By 10 pm we were at my parents in suburban DC boiling up the shrimp, and by the next night, at home in Yankee territory.

I really do love a road trip.