Arlene and JeffChapter 28
Midmorning, Fred pulled into the first rest area they came to on I-75. "Feels odd to take the truck side," he said, swinging the RV to the right toward the truck parking area. A couple of minutes later, he picked a place and eased into one of the long pull-through parking spots. "Georgia does a job on their rest areas, don't they?" he said as they all sat looking at the mowed grass under the acres of trees that surrounded the large parking area, and the almost manicured lawn and hedges...