Drooping with dreadlocks of Spanish moss in heat and humidity, with puddles on the roads so deep that the ducks in the campground have waddled over and settled their fluffy butts in them.

There's a lake on the premises and plenty of turkeys walking around like they own the place (maybe they do).

Made the requisite stops for diesel and a trip to WallyWorld, and found a nifty little sub shop hidden in a strip mall. Louie's had a a very cool black and white and rock-n-roll theme and album covers used as art on the walls (I used to have some of those LPs!):

Americana sign watch (with burned out neon letters): The A1 Motel - eekly ates