BEAUFORT, SC

17 December, 2004. So we got to Beaufort, SC, not to be confused with Beaufort, NC, pronounced entirely different. We got gas, and went to the Post Office. My mother had sent me some deer jerky! The thing is, you don't really appreciate things as much, unless they have been jammed into a little envelope, stamped a bunch of times, handled by all sorts of people, machines, travelled enough to have had a life of its own, then, and only then, your appreciation really kicks in. It was pretty good jerky. We got a couple of roast beef sandwhiches, secured a few packs of expensive ciagarettes and were on our way within the hour.