So we ran away from the hurricane. We went to Georgia and ended up camping next to a Mexican man with a cannon. Hmmm.

The Shriners in Macon, GA opened up their own campground for hurricane refugees. They were really nice. The next day they invited us to a family reunion. We met all the Johnsons. They let us have pie and we liked them a lot. They made us feel welcome. Plus they had pie. The man with the cannon did not go.