One man and his dog. A road trip. Part III

We made it.

Around about 5.15pm tonight I pulled my gigantic American gas-guzzler onto the drive of our Sarasota home with the pup in the back.

Three days, 1,290 miles and nine states.

The last hour of the journey was the toughest, hitting some Friday early evening traffic as we drove down the I-75 to Sarasota. My eyes were stinging and my right leg was numb (automatic car, see).

We did enjoy our last evening in Savannah, GA. We took a good hour walk around the historic cobblestone streets, walked close to the river, although not down to it as that involved stairs (see Parts I and II), bypassed a live film set, and as the evening drew in strolled around beautiful squares surrounded by stunning homes.

I think Charleston edges it for me, but still, I’d like to go back to Savannah, maybe dog-less to dig deeper into what it’s varying districts can offer.

I ate well in Pacci, the Brice Kimpton restaurant, and the hotel staff were excellent. There were also plenty of dogs belonging seemingly to a lot of older wealthy looking ladies.

Today we drove for 9 hours, pretty drama-less and boring. Across the state line and then from Jacksonville across Florida to Lake City and then south past Gainesville and then we stopped just outside of Ocala in the centre of the state.

We got petrol and Haribo and I parked in a Motel 6 car park to walk Rolo and encourage a wee. We looked around the motel and honestly could not decide whether it was derelict or occupied!

The last couple of hours dragged but his face was a picture when he saw my waiting-other-half and daughter. Even I got a hug!

He’s sleeping in his new bed now, probably dreaming of car journeys.