53295 473 miles later... Next morning the sun was shining. Packing up was a breeze and breakfast was easy. I could not help myself. I put the top down. On the road again at 830am and running down the highway. I was having way way way too much fun. By this time Jon and Mike were posting for me on Caranostra Message Board and Beth and Judy were thinking about joining my little caravan of one. I was just thinking about how I had no food and water bowls for Rock for the next hotel. The Residence Inn had a kitchen, and plenty of bowls. I had one extremely nasty moment when Rock nosed the opening of his carrier open while the top was down. Thank goodness I had a collar and leash on him, I used it to shove him back in while pulling off the interstate. In one flash it nearly all went to hell. Speaking of Hell, there is this place called "South of The Border". Everyone has seen those wretched black bumper stickers with the day-glo sombreros. They are not from Mexico, they are from South Carolina. You see them for miles and miles, but within 20 miles you see them every time you look up, to the sides or behind you. They are everywhere like the sirens of Odysseus, marketing sirens luring you to their island of kitsch. As I passed each one, and read each one- to the detriment of my driving- I swore I would not stop there. I was going to prove the point that I would not be so easily marketed. I was hungry and I still would not stop there. Not for a photo op. I looked and Rock and promised him, no stop at South of the Border. I had read about this and decided to see how many of the signs I could catch in the 17 miles left before South of the Border. Check this out: and I missed some!!! Then I remembered that I had no food bowls for Rock. What a stupid move on my part. As punishment, I stopped at South of the Border to find food bowls for Rock. Aside from it's already bizarre bazaar existence, it was even stranger as it was desolate. It was just me and Rock, many oversize sombreros, huge souvenir shops, fireworks and junk food and statues of animals. We settled in a shady spot behind a gorilla's butt for a snack of raisins and canned tuna. Rock got a little of the tuna. I made it out of there with two South of the Border bowls for Rock, those wretched bumper stickers, a South of the Border snowball and a road map of the East Coast showing how far you are from South of the Border. Next time they should strap me to the mast.

6 Zodom and Gamorrah Part 1 Triple Packing~~ Part 2 Cat In a Bag~~ Part 3 Baltimore~~ Part 4 Virginia~~ Part 5 Dr. Biggly I Presume~~ Part 6 Zouth of the Border~~ Part 7 South Carolina~~ Part 8 Georgia~~ Part 9 Jacksonville, FL~~ Part 10 Road to Zodom~~ Part 11 Garage Gamorrah~~ Part 12 God Bless You, Steve Borsse~~

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