Driving Through the South...

...is a nearly surreal experience. It's big, it's beautiful, it's boundless. We cross rivers with names like Withlacoochee, Chattahoochee
(Way down yonder on the Chattahoochee
It gets hotter than a hoochie coochie )
Echeconnee, Tobesofkee, and Tallapoosa.

We drove up the I-75 and jumped on the I-20, headed West. We passed through Atlanta, clear out and over the Georgia/Alabama state line. I regret to say that, while in Georgia, we did not drive by a single peach orchard. I won't say I was disappointed, but...

Once in Alabama, we had to stop for the mandatory union break, which we decided to take at a Cracker Barrel. Now, I know they exist outside of the South, but I'd never been to one before, so for me, it will always be inextricably linked with this particular sojourn.
We drove in to Talladega, got royally lost in the back-roads of Alabama and opted to head back to the Interstate. Eventually we received alternate directions and followed those to our hotel (the glamorous Super 8). Once here, we went to the theatre here to load in our set and do some basic touch-up painting. (Un)Fortunately, the stage is too small to build the house. So, once again, we will be performing our shows tomorrow sans maison.

Our call time tomorrow morning is 7.50. We have an 8.45 am show and a 10.30 am show.

And to think, most people think theatre is a night-time event. The night will barely be over before we begin our performances tomorrow!
As for pictures - I've been taking them with my phone, but I can't quite figure out how to load them up onto this blog, so.. until I do... these entries will be photo-less.

Use your imaginations.