Chattanooga, TN – Eatonton, GA: 212 miles / 34 mil

We ended up leaving "Sing it or wing it" at a reasonable hour and went to bed happily knowing we wouldn't be driving first thing in the morning. We had already planned to try and catch up with some blog stuff the next day, so there was more time to be spent in the city. 

After checking out (maaaaybe we slept in and forgot that check out was at 11am... but who cares, yolo), we had breakfast at City Cafe Diner – located right next to the Days Inn where we were staying – before heading over to the nearest Starbucks for some blogging. Not much to say about the time we spent there, and besides you probably read it already (right..!?), but we finished around 4 or 5 and decided to move on. 

"Born to be wiiiiiiiild!"

It was about time to get some food again so on our way out of the city we stopped for some real southern food at Marsha's Backstreet Cafe. A girl had recommended it the night before, and there she was waiting to seat us when we got there. If you ever end up going there have the chicken fingers - they were amazing!

This pic has absolutely nothing to do with chicken fingers or blogging, but it's one of the few pics we have from Chattanooga....

We gobbled down our food, I ordered some chicken fingers to go and then it was time to head south. After only a short time on the road we passed in to Georgia.

We really have been trying with the State sign pictures, but its not always that easy!

We'd originally planned to stop in Atlanta for a night, but based on our ever changing schedule we decided to skip Atlanta and just drive straight for SC instead. 

Shhhhh... Don't tell anyone..

The highway took us straight through Atlanta, so we got to see some of it, and after some heavy arguing with the poor GPS woman telling us the directions and some heavy sweating from the two guys that were trying to figure out which lane to follow (there was like eight!) we came out in the other side safe and relieved. 

Many times on this trip we've found the highways to be quite boring and decided once again to get onto some smaller roads and eventually find a place to spend the night. It was pitch dark, the roads were narrow and every time we came to a town there was no town center to be found. They all however were apparently historic towns and after seeing the sign "Historic District" for the fifth time in one hour we were seriously asking ourselves if this was some kinda joke from the American Historical Association. Anyways, when we got to the small town of Eatonton we got directions to a nearby hotel and spend the night there. I was very glad I had my chicken fingers from before, Dan was glad to see a bed and we were both glad to be as close to the border as we were. Tomorrow we were going to the coast again after a lot of time in the mountains and fields! 

Just a taste of the Historic district of Eatonton