As we headed south, our oroginal plan was to stop in Savannah, and head into Florida the next day. But then, I said, let’s go all the way to Brunswick, about another hour, and we will have less driving the next day.

We passed Savannah at about 5 pm. With an estimated day end arrival a little after six.

Here is a question for you. Have you ever been stuck in traffic on an Interstate for about two hours, never going faster than 10 mph, but often going at 0 mph? Something, termed roadwork, caused the 3 lanes of I-95 to compress to one lane, and that caused (when we got there) at least a 20-mile backup. After close to two hours, we saw a sign that showed we had at least 10 miles to go, so we left the highway and backtracked about 10 miles to Savannah, and found a Hilton Spark that had room.

I initially called a Hilton Tru, but they were filled. My Hilton representative on the phone, who was probably in India, Pakistan or Bangladesh, using very precise English, tried very hard to please me and tell me over and over how I could get 500 extra Hilton Honors points when all I wanted was a room. He told me I could stay at the Sp_______, and when I asked him to spell, I think he said S, as in Samuel, P as in Paul, A as in alpha, R as in Romeo, K as in time.

At any rate, we then needed dinner and went down the street to a Texas Roadhouse, where we avoided the beef. We were looking for a refreshing meal. It was already about 7:30, and were told the wait could takec50 minutes (it was over 30), so we were seated after eight. The food was fine (my third good meal at a TXRH out of three tries). We remarked at how many servers they have working – over 20, maybe 30. And how hard they worked.

That gave us an opportunity to learn a little about Texas Roadhouse. It is headquartered in Kentucky, not Texas (as opposed to KFC, which now based in Texas). It prides itself on its training courses and employee support programs, and its phlilanthropy. Jim Cramer, it appears, advised just two days ago that people should sell their Wendy’s stock and buy Texas Roadhouse. I think he is correct.

Oh, yes lunch. It was in a part of Charleston that seems to be in the middle of nowhere and is part of a development still being built. A Mexican restaurant call Catrina’s. Quite large and carefully adorned. Like this:

TXRH is much more ordinary:

Any other adventure? Certainly, no touring. But yes. Edie’s phone is missing. It was in the car, out of power  when we went to lunch, and by mid-afternoon, it was nowhere. We alerted the restaurant, but they did not have it. We can get a new phone, but her passwords are home, not here.

The best laid plans.