After a one year delay, US-17 will be completed. The first of our end-to-end series. Our month at Jekyll Island concluded, we head southwestish towards Orlando, avoiding the interstates as much as possible. Friday, December 2, we headed to the Winter Haven Howard Johnsons where last year's dog attack took place pausing just long enough to reset the trip odometer. We have no desire to stay here ever again; Taffee is fine. She shook it off like the little champ she is, but this place just has some bad mojo.
Hurricane Ian ravaged this final stretch of 17 to Punta Gorda. And as before, getting this final piece of 17 completed became a chore with the local Winter Festival blocking all of the major East-West streets in the center corridor of the city.
Blue tarps are a common sight along the way. Even some church roofs were entirely cloaked in tarps.
We snuck down an alley to finally get to US-17's southern terminus.
And with that one year delay, our first end-to-end is complete.
What's next?
