After staying up all night chatting and packing, I finally got some sleep in Frank's nice big conversion van. It was snowing in Cleveland when we left. Goodbye cold and snow!

Other team members rode in Aaron's car (the one I'd driven back from Philly when I got ticketed in Mayfield Heights) and Steve DiPasquo's white van. To maintain contact throughout the trip, we communicated by means of CB radio. This almost failed when we unexpectedly had to choose which direction to merge with Interstate 26, and one vehicle was out of range. Luckily, everyone correctly guessed east!

Every non-Ohio state through which we drove was new to me: West Virginia (nice terrain!), Virginia, North Carolina, South Carolina, and Georgia. Along the way, passengers in Frank's van watched Six-String Samurai, a parable of futuristic rock morality. Then, during Wayne's World, an accident in Virginia stopped highway traffic. Naturally, we all got out of our respective vehicles and tossed disc. Frank had the bright idea of opening the beer cooler; just after I removed the cap from my bottle, traffic ahead started inching forward. Near panic, Frank and I teamed up to finish off the bottle before getting back in the car. Beer is not to be wasted.

An indeterminate amount of time later, we arrived at our destination. Savannah is fantana! Across the street from our campsite was a “Food Lion”, a muscular grocery store that even stocked my favorite Mexican farmer cheese. Nummy.

Hank and Aaron and I stole some poofy plastic balls from the nearby McDonald's play area (closed) and placed them in the turret of the historic tank on display up the road, then pushed the turret up so the balls wouldn't roll out. Will our subversion be tolerated? Will it even be noticed? Does anyone care about anything anymore? Is nothing sacred? The answers to all of these questions, and more, tonight at 11.