I started late, knowing that I had a simple, flat ride ahead of me. Three reroutes later, including a major detour because of a bridge closed by the police because of an accident, and I was regretting the late start.
In between I had rolled down flat roads through Georgia and visited what is apparently the smallest church in America.
The evening was spent in Kingsland which is essentially a stopover for people traveling down the coast with a few motels and a couple of chain bars. All in all, not the greatest day of the trip.